A/N- Wow...my first Authors Note! XD Anyways, I'd like to thank those who reviewed and have read my story. Some pictures are on my profile and I have some questions for you.

1. Is anyone annoyed at me switching P.O.V.'s?

2. Should I just keep it in one point of view?

3. Should there not be any point of view?

4. I was thinking about doing a contest. Should I?

5. I'm planning on writing a Dramione. Would you guys read it?

Now for the disclaimer! (Which I forgot to do ^^')

I don't any characters. Except for my OC. The rest belong to Warner Bro's and J.K. Rowling. I just have fun Manipilating them! :D Oh! And I can make characters younger. Which I did with Snape and Mcgonagall!

*Draco's P.O.V*

I nearly had a heartattack when I saw her head for the ground! Damn girl was trying to get herself killed! I groaned and leaned my head back onto the couch in the Slytherin common room.

I had just returned after talking to Waves. I meant what I said to her. Without love you have no hope, and you need hope to live. I shivered as I remembered Waves's cold blue eyes. They were a haunting ice blue and cold as stone.

"I wonder why she is so guarded." I mused out loud.

Blaise looked over at me and tilted his head. He was lounging around reading a muggle book he got hooked on over the summer.

"Who's so guarded mate?" He asked.

I frowned, realizing that I had said it out loud and was going to have to tell Blaise. I stood up and stretched, motioning for him to follow me into the dorm. I could hear him grumbling behind me as we entered. I flopped on my bed and put up some silencing spells so no one else would hear us.

"What's up, Mate? You've been acting weird since breakfast today." Blaise said, sitting in a chair next to my bed.

Sitting up I looked over at him and ran a hand through my hair.

"When I left this morining I overhead Finnigan and Thomas," I started, holding a hand up to interupt what he was going to say, "Let me finish. They were talking about Crimson Waves." Insert a sly smirk on Blaise's face. "Apparently she's the only female to turn down Finnigan. He was rambling about how she was foolish to deny him, all because she doesn't believe in love. Thomas was actually smart and suggested the reason she didn't is because she's been hurt to much."

Blaise waited a couple of seconds to make sure I was done with my rant, still smirking at me.

"So, what you're saying, is that Finnigan and Thomas were talking about the girl you've been stalking since she's punched you?" His tone was mocking and I growled at him.

Holding his hands up he chuckled, "Calm yourself, Mate. So what are you going to do?"

"You know me too well, Blaise," I smirked, shaking my head. "I followed her out to the quidditch pitch and talked to her. I've decided, I'm going to make her believe in love, no matter what it takes. She has to believe in it, somewhere deep down, she must still wish and long for it. I'm going to call her bluff, using anything I can."

I thought back to the locker room and blushed slightly as I remembered how close she was to me, and how I kissed her cheek on a spur of the moment thing.

"What did you do?" Blaise asked with a raised eyebrow and I realized too late that I was grinning.

"I may have kissed her on the cheek." I admitted, to which he grinned and clapped his hands.

"Looks like all these years of stalking the girl with finally pay off!"

"Don't make me hex you, Zabini!"

"You wouldn't do that to your best friend."

"You wanna try?"

Blaise shook his head and stood up grinning at me. He walked over to the door and put his hand on the nob, turning to look back at me.

"I'm happy for you mate. You've liked her for a long time. I have no doubt, she's changed you for the better. And if anyone can get through to the Gryffindor Princess, it's gonna be the Slytherin Prince," He spoke, smiling at me, "After all, your hearts just as guarded as hers. Just be careful around Potter, Granger, and Weasley. They might hex your balls off if they found out what you're doing."

I chuckled and stood up, thinking. Then I smirked at Blaise.

"Maybe I should tell them...they didn't look so happy when she walked out, or when she denied Finnigan." I mused, looking up at the cealing.

"Maybe you should. Just don't get hexed by them." With that he swept out of the room and back to the common room.

I chuckled and followed, heading out of the Slytherin common room and upstairs. As I walked I began thinking of where the three of them would be. Library. Duh. Where else would Granger drag them off to? I thought to myself with a roll of my eyes.

So I started stalking off to the Library, thinking back to Crimson. I'd like her since first year, but the feelings grew after she punched me in third year. I chuckled remembering back to what happend.

*Flashback*

I was walking through the halls after going to see the oaf and his damned hippogriff. I rubbed my cheek, the one Granger slapped. I had to admit, the girl had some power, but now I hated her even more. Damn Mudblood thought she could touch me with her filthly hands, I thought to myself.

I stopped in the middle of the hallway, hearing voices, and slinked into the shadows. I saw three people turn the corner, and scowled as I realized who they were. Three of the Golden Four had just come around the corner. Weasely, Potter, and Waves. They all stopped in the middle of the hallway.

"Come on, Crim-Cram! You have to show us what you did to Goyle to make him so frightened!" The Weasel was begging, and what was with that nickname for Waves?

"Please, CC?" Potter whined.

I looked over Waves as she thought. She was wearing a slytherin green shirt had little waves of fabric coming together at the seam that ran the middle of it, black denim short shorts, black flip flops with gems on the straps, on her left wrist a gold bracelet that had a little plaque that said-I wanna do bad things to you, on her right wrist a snitch bracelet, a Gryffindor crest necklace-that laid just above her ample breasts, silver lightning bolt earrings that had gems on it.

Her crimson hair was in a bun with some loose curls framing her face. She wasn't wearing that much makeup. It was just some emerald green eyeshadow that matched her shirt, some black eyeliner, it looked like she had mascara on-but she didn't need it, and her lips were their natural color.

I smirked to myself as I saw her wearing Slytherin green and stepped out of the shadows before she could speak.

"You were the one who hexed Goyle, Mudblood?" I spat out, walking to stop in front of the three.

"Sod off, Malfoy." She growled back and I have to admit, it was sexy as hell.

"Nah. I aught to make you pay for scaring Goyle with your hex."

"The hell you will."

"What can you do, Mudblood? You're filthy and dumb. You couldn't do anything, even if you wanted to!" I was letting all the anger at Granger out on Waves, "You're a girl! Girls belong in the kitchen to make the sandwhiches. But you, Mudblood, belong in a big pile of m-"

I was caught off by a fist hitting my jaw. I stumbled backwards and held a hand to my jaw, looking up at Waves, shocked she hit me. She was seething at me, her ice blue eyes cold and harsh, glaring through me.

"You ever talk to me like that again, I swear you won't be able to continue your precious Malfoy name." Her tone made me shiver and nod.

She stormed past me, muttering foul curses along with my name. Pothead and Weasel followed, snickering at me. I turned and watched her walk away, my eyes on her delectable arse. I smirked and headed for the dungeons a bruise where Crimson hit me, my thoughts on the redhead.

*End Flashback*

That night I figured my feelings for Crimson wouldn't go away, no matter how much I made her hate me by insulting her. I stopped and looked up, I was in front of the Library.

Wow, I thought, I must have spaced out for a while.

I shrugged and walked into the Library, nodding at Ms. Pince. I began looking through the aisles for three of the Golden Four. Finally on the last aisle I found them, taking a deep breath, I headed to the table. I stopped in front of them and their conversation broke off as they looked up at me.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Weasel spat at me, glaring.

"Ronald!" Granger scolded the Weasel, "Obviously he wants to talk to us and not harm us in anyway!"

I blinked, wondering how the hell she knew that.

"Yeah. He doesn't have his croonies with him." Potter piped up.

I saw the Weasel roll his eyes and calm down, all of them looking at me. I shrugged and sat down in a chair across from them.

"I want to tell you guys something," I spoke calmly, "and I may need your help with what I'm doing."

"Well, go on Malfoy." Granger said, waving her hand for me to continue.

I sighed and began, "I overheard Finnigan and Thomas this morning. They were talking about Crimson Waves and how she denied a date with Finnigan. Finnigan was ranting about how she didn't believe in love and how that was stupid." They all exchanged a look. "Thomas said she must've been hurt real bad for that to happen." Another look. "I've decided to do something about that."

They all looked at me and then looked at each other, then back to me.

"What's that?" Potter asked.

Before I replied Granger cut me off, "He wants to make her believe in love."

I nodded and then looked around for Ms. Pince, "That's right. Listen, come to the Room Of Requirment and bring some others who you think will help."

All three of them nodded and I got up from the table, nodding my goodbye to them and headed out. I saw Blaise walking down the hall and smirked to myself thinking, Just who I wanted to see. I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the Room Of Requirement.

"You're gonna help me." I said to his questioning glare.

I heard him sigh as we walked into the Room. It was fashioned as a common room with red and green spread out. There was a long table and chairs, along with a fireplace, a whiteboard, and some couches. I thought of something else and a little kitchen appeared in a corner.

"Some other people are going to help us with getting Crimson to believe in love." I said, sitting down in a chair.

Blaise nodded and sat down, turning to the door when it opened. I watched as three of the Golden Four walked in with others following them. Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Professor Mcgonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Dumbledore.

I looked at Blaise and his eyebrows were raised also. I can see why. Three Professors were in the room. Everyone took a seat around the table.

I was at one end of the table and Potter at the other end. On the right side of me were: Lovegood, Blaise, Weaselette, One of the twins, Mcgonagall. On my left was: Longbottom, Weasel, Granger, and Snape. Dumbledore was standing holding a bag of Lemon Drops.

"So, Mr. Malfoy. Would you kindly inform us why we are all here?" Dumbledore asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

The old coot probably knew why already. He always knew what was going on in Hogwarts. At least between the students and the Professors.

"Uh, yeah." I shrugged.

Snape raised an eyebrow at me and I mocked him. It was weird...seeing everyone in muggle clothes, especially Snape and Mcgonagall. Dumbledore was the only one in wizard robes. I don't blame anyone though, muggle clothing is comfortable. I would wear it all the time if I could.

"Crimson Waves. That's why were here." I said standing up.

I felt a sensation seep down my back and shivered, noticing everyone but Dumbledore did the same. Dumbledore chuckled and put his wand away.

"I'm sorry, I just did a spell that will prevent anyone talking about this to others that are not in the room." He explained when everyone looked at him.

Snape rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, jumping like he just got kicked.

"Anyways...Crimson doesn't believe in love. I don't think thats right." I ignored all the raised eyebrows. "You need love to live. You need love to feel alive. I don't think she should shut herself off from love because she's been hurt. I've decided i'm going to change her mind. I'm going to make her believe in love no matter what. I'm going to change her mind, because I think, somewhere inside her, she wants to believe in love like everyone else. She's just scared she'll get hurt again, so she shuts everyone that tries to love her romantically out. All she needs to be shown is that not every man is going to hurt her, someone to show her that she's worth it, someone to show her that theres a reason no one else worked out, and she needs that before she becomes a shell of what she once was. If her thoughts don't change she won't be that lovely, eccentric, hyper, tough, hotheaded, beautiful, happy, daring, brave, gorgeous, adventourus, lively Gryffindor she was. Right now she's shy, timid, cutoff, cold, hurtful, hatefull girl."

I took another breath and looked around the table, tilting my head at the looks I was getting from everyone. Why were they all looking at me weirdly?

Snape was looking at me with a knowing look in his eyes. Mcgonagall was look at me with shock and a knowing smile. Dumbledore was looking at me with that twinkle in his eyes, a triumphant and knowing look on his face.

Blaise was grinning at me with a mischievious look in his eyes. Granger, Potter, all the Weasels, Longbottom were looking at me with shock clearly written on their faces. Lovegood looked around and then back to me.

"I don't know why everyone is shocked. It's quite obvious, so they should have figured it out," her dreamy voice seemed to cut everyone loose of whatever they were in, "It's not that hard to guess."

"What? Figured out what? Guess what?" I demanded looking at the Ravenclaw.

"That you're in love with Crimson Waves, the Gryffindor Princess." She replied, smiling at me.

I blinked, my face getting hot, and sat down. How could she know? I hadn't told anyone that, not even Blaise. I didn't even tell my godfather, Snape, that I liked Crimson. No one should have known I liked the Gryffindor Princess, let alone love her.

And that's when everyone spoke at the same time.

"YOU LOVE CRIMSON/WAVES/MS. WAVES!" Everyone screamed at me, except Dumbledore, Lovegood, and Blaise.

I winced and closed my eyes, then opened them looking around at everyone. I sighed nodding my head.

"Yes. I Draco Lucius Malfoy am in love with Crimson Marie Waves. The Slytherin Prince is in love with the Gryffindor Princess."

Once everyone calmed down, we began to discuss the plan. Standing up everyone began walking out, Snape smirked at me and left with a laughing Dumbledore and grinning Mcgonagall.

I stayed behind with Blaise and grabbed a butterbeer, flopping onto a couch.

"Well, I personally can't wait to start the plan." He said, downing his own butterbeer.

I chuckled and nodded, agreeing with Blaise. This plan would work, considering how many people are in on it.