"Really, Pansy," I say. We were walking to charms nearly a month later. "I'm not sure how much more of this I can take". Malfoy was seriously getting on my nerves; he's been continuously making up excuses to get me to help him on homework and talk to him and anything else he can manage. Yesterday, he saw me going back to class on my way back from the Girl's Bathroom and followed me around till I got back into class. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was flirting. Or creeping.

"Maybe he just really does want to be friends," Pansy says really not too sure of her answer.

"He's not trying to be friends, Pansy, he's stalking me. There's a fine line between those two, but he's defiantly across it."

Pansy ties to shrug it off but looks a little upset. I sigh, knowing what she's thinking. I've thought about it, too. That maybe, just maybe, his "let's-be-friends" idea, is his way of saying "let's-be-more-than-friends."

"Pansy," I say, feeling sorry that I even brought it up, "You know that he's just doing this to annoy me, right? And I hate his guts; I hate him more than I've ever hated anyone. It's all I can do not to curse him every time I see him. You know that it's nothing more than friendly hatred, right?"

She smiles a little. "And speaking of Draco…," she nods towards the blond haired devil himself strutting our way, with his little smirk firmly planted on his face. For a second, I thought that he was looking pretty good, and then I realized what I was thinking. He gives me a look like he can read my mind.

I make a wild swerve in mid-step to my right, "Bathroom," I say and bolt through the door. I lean against it and sigh. Lately, I've found out that the only place I can avoid him is the girl's bathroom. Even in the classes we don't have together, he seems to be standing outside the door when I walk out of class. After that, it's hard to get him away from me. He follows me like a rabid lost puppy.

"Take your time, Garrick, we've plenty of time. Pansy and I will wait right her for you," I hear Malfoy's voice call through the door. He puts a large amount of strain on the word I, meaning that even if Pansy gets sick of waiting, he'll still be right there when I walk out. I feel my eye twitching. He is so god damn pushy. Does he have a death wish?

I take a deep breath and walk out. He's leaning against the door frame; Pansy's standing back a bit with a worried face.

"Well?" he asks. "Are you going to stand there or can we leave?"

I make a face torn between a smile and a glare and wave him to walk. He bows a little and continues ahead of Pansy and me. I glare at the back of his head hoping I can put a hole in it. Pansy nudges me. "At least try to be nice," she pleads.

"No," I whisper furiously back at her. "The day I'm nice to Draco Malfoy is the day dragons are proclaimed suitable for house pets."

"I can hear every word your saying," Malfoy says without turning around. "If you're trying to be inconspicuous, try a little harder."

I open my mouth to tell him to shove it but close my eyes and breathe through my nose, trying to calm down. I probably sound like an enraged bull. I hear Malfoy snicker in front of me. I'm really tempted to take my wand and shove it in his ass and light off sparks. Who says the sun don't shine there?

Malfoy holds open the door to Charms for both Pansy and me. I half expected him to close it in Pansy's face. I sit down at my desk and place Pansy between me and Malfoy. Malfoy looks over Pansy's head and smirks at me; I place a book between upright between me and Pansy so I don't have to look at his stupid face.

We've been in school close to a month now and like I told Pansy, Malfoy's main objective has been following me around as much as possible. It's ridiculous. He still insults me and my family but lately he's just been smirking at me. I can handle the insults but if he looks at me with that idiotic smile plastered on his face one more time, I'm seriously going to jinx him.

Malfoy heaves a sigh loud enough to get Flitwick's attention. "Yes, my boy?" he pipes when he gets over to Malfoy's desk.

"Professor," Malfoy says with a look of pure disappointment, "I really can't get the hang of this spell. Maybe Garrick could help me?"

"Well…" Professor Flitwick says slowly. I clench my teeth together and close my eyes. "Perhaps she could…You usually don't have any problems, Draco. Maybe you should be studying more, O.W.L.s are this year."

"Of course, Professor," Malfoy says with the sly voice that could win over a fox. "I'll start studying hard, but this spell…."

"Miss. Garrick," Flitwick beckons me over to help Malfoy.

I get out of my chair and stand in front of Malfoy until Flitwick goes to help someone else. I bend down over him, about three inches from his face, and my hands turn white from gripping the armrests of his chair so hard. "We both know that you have absolutely no problems with any of Flitwick's homework."

"You can't prove that," He says.

"Why do you keep torturing me?" I ask, my knuckles straining under the pressure I'm putting on them not to hit him.

"Well like I've said before, friends help friends." He raises an eyebrow at me and darts his eyes down. It's then I realize he has a perfect view down my shirt.

"We're not friends, Malfoy," I stand up and turn my back on him to sit back in my own chair. Dignity gone.

"That's Draco, to you Garrick," he calls out from behind me.

Never in my whole life have I ever, ever, called Malfoy Draco. He is Malfoy. Mal-foy. That's it. He knows perfectly well that I refuse to call him by his first name. This is getting out of hand.