A.N: Don't own Harry Potter, never will.

Chapter 3

'How could this have happened?' she thought frantically. 'This is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy! He pushed you down the stairs.' But when she thought of him, all she could think about was how good it felt when he held her head … no! He couldn't like her like that. He came from one of England 's most prominent wizard families and she was, well… a muggle born, a mud-blood. It was just an impulse, she told herself. But she couldn't help dreaming of a blond boy that night.

That night Draco was confused as well. First she had been nice to him, then she became cold, then she had sympathized with him, then they had kissed. After that, she ran away. This was all too weird. And why had he kissed her? He had thrown down the stairs barely half a year ago. He was a Malfoy for god sakes. He wasn't even supposed to think about mud-bloods. Still, he couldn't get her blue haired image out of his head and he fell asleep to her blue eyes watching him, filled with love.

When Draco sat down to breakfast the next morning he immediately looked for Kitreen. She was noticeably absent but his attention was taken by an owl sitting on his plate.

"What do you want?" he asked it.

It gave him a snappish look as it pushed a letter at him. Even the owls disliked him, he thought as the owl flew away. He opened the letter as Pansy took her seat next to him.

'Meet me' was all it said.

Somehow he knew it was from Kitreen. He got up and headed out to the corridor, ignoring Pansy's cries of "Draco, come back!"



Kitreen stood inside, looking at a painting.

"Good morning," he said, happily surprised. And surprised he was happy.

"Yes, well, we have to talk about last night." She kept looking at her hands and shrugging. "Look, I'm really sorry."

"What do you mean?" he asked a little indignant.

"I mean, I'm sorry I kissed you. I can't possibly to know how you felt being kissed by someone like me. I hope maybe you can forgive me. I'll see you around. Good bye, Malfoy."

She said it all in such a rush that Draco couldn't get a word in edgewise. She left right after her little speech and so he couldn't respond. But how would he have responded? That he possibly liked being kissed by her? She thought he was shallow and for some reason that upset him. Did kissing someone who was muggle born make him any less of a person. It made him less of a Malfoy, but he didn't care much about that anymore. After years of perfecting his image in the traditional Malfoy style, he found that he was only surrounded by fake people who liked him for his power. When he stopped to think about it, he really liked her. She didn't suck up to him because of his money or power. She didn't even seem afraid of him. But Malfoys weren't supposed to like girls like her. They weren't even supposed to be friends. Those were the rules of his circle.

'No,' he thought, 'it's my father's circle. I don't want to be part of it anymore.'

But it didn't matter. She could never like him like that.

After running out and away onto the grounds outside, Kitreen fell against a wall. How stupid. This had to be done. She would just have to get along with her life. A Malfoy would never love a girl like her and she just had to get used to that.

The next day, Draco looked out for Kitreen. They had several classes together. All Draco could do was watch her throughout Potions. During that time Kitreen kept her eyes on her notes. But notes were only so interesting and she found her eyes wondering over to Draco.

"Miss Demvore. This is an appalling grade."

Her eyes snapped suddenly to Snape who was standing right next to her.

"But this an E paper. You wrote it yourself."

"I expect nothing but Os from you," he said. "You're better than this and you know it. I think that something may be distracting you from your studies this term."

He cast a sideways glance towards Draco and she blushed.

"Ridiculous," she said. "I don't have any friends, you know that."

"If you say, but it remains that I will have to give you detention. You shall be cleaning the Great Hall after dinner. Without magic."

Hours later Kitreen was halfway done with the giant floor. It was taking her longer than she anticipated to finish. She had really wanted to finish quickly so that she could continue reading her book. It was a really interesting one on the history of defensive spells and their creators. She wondered why Snape had her doing menial work when the time could have been better spent doing an extra essay. She also wondered, as she frequently did, why Snape took such an interest in her. Everyone knew she was muggle born and that Snape was a very decorated, though admittedly ex, Death Eater. He had taken an interest in her since her first year and had helped her through the most challenging parts of her school life. She had been so proud when she had 

achieved the O O.W.L that was required for his N.E.W.T. classes. She wanted more than anything to be a healer.

She dumped the last bit of water over the last bit of floor and scrubbed. She thought of Snape and his kindness towards her. Maybe, if a former Death Eater could see past her bloodline, than just maybe . . .

She wiped her brow and picked up the bucket and towel. She left through the door on the other end of the Hall, not noticing the shadow waiting outside the tall double doors at the front.

A.N: Thanks for reading! It took a while to get this one up, I was supper busy with work and such.

Sesshy Pup: Thanks for the feedback. There will be a chapter about Draco's relationship with his dad. I'm not sure when though.

As always, please tell me what you think. Until next time.