A/N: Hello again! Trying to get things moving quicker but as my editing team is 'busy' progress is slow! If only I were important! Okay, yes, that was a little mean. I love you guys but I can't keep writing good stuff if I don't know what's wrong with this stuff!

So feel free to constructive criticise but please NO FLAMES! Amateur writing site mean anything to you? Anyway on with story…

Chapter 3

I felt my knees go slightly weak as my brain processed the new information. My heart ponded furiously in my chest and I started sweating. I knew my fate was sealed. Lucius Malfoy was going to kill me. In a defence class? Figures. I thought as I risked a peep at my timetable, only to be met with his name and another wave of nausea. I feared I was going to be sick if I stood a minute longer, so I made a mad dash for my bathroom, leaving behind a confused Harry and an angry Ron.

I ran up to my old bed where I knew my luggage would be waiting only to be met with yet another surprise. There was nothing there. All my clothing, all my books had vanished, and what stood in its wake was none other than Professor Snape.

"Good morning Miss Granger. I trust you have made a full recovery?" Snape sneered as I failed miserably to school my features into a calm look. I only managed haughty.

"Um, yes thank you professor. I slept great!" He must have mistaken my confused babbling for insolence because he frowned in distaste and moved further away from me.

"Anyway, I have come here to inform you that you have been selected as head girl. Congratulations. Now come with me to your new dorm." I knew all about head boy and girl privileges so I was well aware that they shared a personal dorm. That sparked yet another question.

"Professor" I began, as we stepped through a tapestry and into a room much like the Gryffindor common room. "Who is the head boy?" He sneered at me once again before turning to depart.

"Draco Malfoy" was all he uttered before swiftly exiting the room. It was then I threw up.

After several minutes of trying to calm myself I realised that I was late for my first class! I rushed around like a mad man before hearing a voice in the doorway.

"Oi, Granger, mind slowing down? You're giving me whiplash!" Draco Malfoy smirked, casually leaning against the doorframe as I scrambled to find books I did not know the whereabouts of. He laughed and pointed to a doorway on his left. I ran towards my new bedroom, not realising that my surroundings were painted in the most vivid green and silver as I hastily unpacked my defence books and headed back out to meet Draco. He smiled when he saw me, then, waved his wand twice before offering me his arm.

"I've got defence first too. You look like you need an escort." I hesitantly took his offered arm and we walked swiftly through the unfamiliar corridor. I was getting annoyed with everyone's' character switching game so I stopped and pushed him up against the nearest wall.

"I want answers" he sighed before looking at me smugly.

"Yes, no, extra firm hold, 1.77245.."

"I do not want to know what the square root of Pi is!"

"Geez Granger, take it easy, you'll frighten the first years!" I huffed angrily contemplating whether I should kick him when he spoke up.

"Look, if you want answers, I'll give them to you. I'm only being nice because I lost all my companions to the war, I have to share a dorm and a bathroom with you plus my father is teaching here so at least if we can get along I can make this year bearable. Happy?" he started turning red so I loosened my hold a little. He sighed and straightened up his tie before holding his arm out for me once more.

"Now, shall we?" I smiled before taking his arm and practically sprinting toward our class. As we were running I realised:

"Wait, did you say share a bathroom?" he smirked.

"No shit, Sherlock!"

"Draco Malfoy-"But I had no more words as he spun me into the classroom and took off in the other direction. The door slammed shut behind me before every head, including professor Malfoy's, shot up to meet my very flustered looking face. I blushed before taking a seat at the back of the classroom.

"Ah, you finally decided to grace us with your presence, Miss Granger. 50 points from Gryffindor and a weeks' worth of detention with me starting tonight at 8. Do not be late! Now turn to page 568 and catch up." Malfoy drawled lazily before making eye contact with me.

I worked solidly for about 20 minutes before I grew tired and took a break. I looked up only to find that professor Malfoy was staring at me. I gasped at the fierceness I saw in his grey orbs. I detected a flash-no a spark of something before he turned away and the moment was lost. I shook my head in an attempt to free my train of thought. No, that wasn't an emotion you saw. It couldn't have been; He's not human! I sighed before attempting my notes. The page blurred and everything went fuzzy. Another wave of nausea hit me and I was so close to crying when I looked up again and saw him looking at me, like we were the only two people on earth. Then, with an oddly out of character flourish of his hand, he pointed to my book below me. I frowned when I saw there was a note there. It read:

Miss Granger,

Here is a synopsis of the lesson. You shall complete the work tonight. Go rest, you've had an eventful morning.

P. Malfoy

I was so shocked I hadn't registered my feet moving towards the door, books in hand. I turned once more to find a cold look on his face before I stumbled out towards my new dorm. As I flopped down on my comfortable bed, my last thoughts ventured to a certain professor and his oddly bi-polar character.