Wow, I'd like to say thank you to everyone that has reviewed this story! Honestly it means so much xxx Sorry, I don't think this chapter's quite as good, I got a bit of writers block halfway through… Anyway, hope you still enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters etc. credit goes to Queen Rowling

I was cheerful when I walked into school on Monday morning. I was looking forward to spending some time with Harry and Ron because I hadn't spoken to them over the course of the weekend. They were their usual cheerful selves on the way to our first lesson and I didn't think about anything except how nice it would be to just sit down and do maths. There was something meditative about solving equations and although the topic that we were covering (quadratic fractions) wasn't particularly difficult, there was a beauty in the repetition of it. Another thing I particularly liked about maths is that there is only one answer, it was black and white- either you were wrong or you were right and there was no middle ground to speculate about. Subjects such as philosophy or religion were interesting to talk about but I found it irritating that there were no 'right' answers.

The class went smoothly and I came out happy, relaxed and ready for the rest of the day. My next class was history where I sat next to Ginny's friend Luna Lovegood who was nice enough, even if she was a little eccentric. The course we were doing was one on modern history and we were currently learning about Nazi Germany. However, horrific as the Nazi's actions were, it was strangely fascinating to learn about what they did and their reasons behind it. Luna spent quite a vast majority of the lesson detailing me through her theory of how Hitler didn't die in Berlin, 1945 but really, escaped the Berlin bunker and died in South America of old age. Somehow, I wasn't sold on this theory and I wasn't sure if she was completely original with her ideas, but she seemed happy enough so I didn't question her.

I met back up with Ron and Harry at break and we talked about normal inconsequential things and my day was completely and blissfully normal.

I walked into my English class early and was dismayed to find that our teacher had put us into a seating plan. I had been moved from my usual seat, right at the front of the class, to right at the back. I was irritated that I had been moved because the place where I'd sat before had been pretty much perfect. I didn't have to wiggle around in my seat to be able to see the board and the people I had sat next to were intuitive and had been interesting to discuss books with. I was the only person in the room besides the teacher; Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott who were talking animatedly about something I didn't care enough about to listen to. I sat down in my seat, took out my English folder and began reviewing the extensive notes that I had made in our last lesson to refresh my memory; I was pleased to find that I had remembered everything.

I looked up, smiling slightly to myself to find that the chair next to me was now occupied, a fact which I had missed when absorbed with reading through my notes. My stomach dropped through the bottom of my chair when I saw that it was Draco Malfoy sitting there, looking completely at ease, leaning back casually in his chair and not looking at me. I realised that my mouth was slightly open and I quickly shut it, turned back towards the front and tried to pretend that he wasn't there, despite the nerves fluttering around in my stomach as a result of his presence. I tried to concentrate on what our teacher was saying about the book we had just finished reading, A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. It was one of my favourite Dickens novels and as such, I had read it many times before and had already observed pretty much all of the things that the teacher was saying. She was talking about the ending, and how Sydney Carton sacrifices himself so that Lucie and Darnay can be together.

"With the person sitting next to you, I would like you to compare ideas about this chapter. What are your opinions on what Carton did?" the teacher said brightly and then she then started to walk around the room, asking people what they thought. Hermione looked at Draco and saw that he was busy writing and was obviously not going to be discussing anything with her. She followed his example up until the teacher reached them. "I haven't seen either of you speak to each other at all!" she exclaimed with a good natured smile. "Draco, why don't you share your opinions on the matter?" Malfoy sighed and looked up from his writing.

"I think it was ridiculous, the fact that Sydney thought it would be a good idea to pretend to be Darnay and get executed in his place. If Sydney loved Lucie so much, then why doesn't he just let Darnay die, and then take care of Lucie and her daughter himself." The teacher smiled and said that it was an interesting idea.

"I'm sorry but how can you think that?" I burst out. Malfoy looked at me in surprise but I carried on anyway, "Sydney sacrificed himself so that Lucie would be happy which she wouldn't have been in Darnay had been executed. He knew that he wouldn't be able to make her happy or take care of her because he was a drunk and because she loved Darnay, not him!"

"First of all," he replied, with a slightly incredulous note in his voice, "I don't believe that anyone could love someone so much that they're willing to die so that they can be happy, and secondly, don't you think it was incredibly selfish of Darnay to accept Cartons offer and waltz off home to his wife, leaving him there to die?"

"Did you even read the book?" I asked disbelievingly, noticing that the teacher had moved away to talk with another pain, "Carton drugs Darnay so that he can't protest when he takes his place. Did you really think that Darnay was that selfish?"

"Well that might be the case," said Malfoy, his resolve faltering a little, "But why didn't Darnay go back and try and get Carton out of prison?"

"Because that wouldn't have helped anything! Trying to help someone get out of prison is exactly how he got arrested in the first place." I said exasperated. "Are you sure you actually read the book?" He looked away, obviously irritated about being proved wrong and just muttered that, of course he had read it. At that moment the teacher called for them to stop talking and asked them for their opinions. I put my hand straight up and relayed what I had been saying to Malfoy, who didn't put forward his point.

He got up as soon as the bell went and was out of the room before anyone else had even got up. This puzzled me slightly, surely he wasn't that upset about Carton not surviving the book? I mean, it was heartbreakingly sad but it was just a book…

Hmm, well it doesn't look like Draco's happy about the end of A Tale of Two Cities, and to be honest neither was I! If you could leave me a review that would be fantastic, thanks xxx