I had absolutely no idea how to respond to this, so I didn't. I just sat there staring blankly at the water feeling extremely awkward towards this unwanted attention.

"The people here are so exhausting," Draco said, finally breaking the awkward silence, "They're always the same. Every year I come back to this awful place and they never change. You're the only thing, the only person, who is different here." Either this kid was insane or he seriously had some unresolved attachment issues. For Christ's sake, I literally had only met him, maybe 12 hours ago, and he was already attaching himself to me. What had happened to him to make him like this? What was going on inside that idiot brain of his? I found myself growing more curious about him as time passed. It was like he had two completely different personalities. I suddenly noticed that he had changed his shirt. It was a long sleeved maroon colored one with white stitching. The grass was moving with the wind and it felt cool underneath my fingertips. I still said nothing to him and this must've bothered him because he suddenly sat up and looked me straight in my eyes, piercing me with his icy blue ones.

"Why don't you talk to me?" he asked.

"Because I don't fucking know you," I said inside of my head. I almost said it out loud and then closed my mouth and thought out a better reply to his question.

"I don't know," I said shrugging it off, "Because I'm not used to people going from 0 to 100 in half a day. I don't know you, Draco. What am I supposed to talk to you about? I don't even want to be here. I hate most of the people I meet and I just like being by myself. I've been by myself my whole life. You have to understand that being an asshole to everyone around you doesn't make you a very likable person." It was the truth. That was exactly how I felt towards him so far. I was not impressed with him thus far. His hair was combed over and I could tell that he had an undercut. It actually looked decent. But, again, it just made him look even more snotty.

"Are you really as much of a hard ass as you are trying to make yourself out to be?" he asked. I could sense that he was a little frustrated.

"What the fuck do you mean?" I asked him, "I'm not trying to be a hard ass, you're just being weird as hell."

"Me?" he replied, laughing, "I'm just trying to have a conversation with you like a human being and you keep pushing me away. Who are you really, Sarah?" He was staring at me. For some reason I got the notion that this wasn't a rhetorical question. He actually expected me to answer it.

"What the fuck does it matter?" I answered him, "I'm a complete stranger to you. I'm not even from the same damn country as you."

"You don't have to be a stranger," he said softly. I was getting irritated by all the things he was saying. Everything seemed to have some hidden meaning, like why couldn't he just fucking tell me what he was trying to say?

I sighed exasperatedly and stood up. "Listen," I said angrily, "I didn't come out here to be frustrated and pissed off. I'm going to bed. Continue on with your stupid, meaningless thoughts in silence. By yourself." I turned to storm away but he grabbed my hand. I spun around and ripped it away from him. THE FUCKING NERVE OF THIS KID. "Just leave me alone!" I yelled at him. I turned around and walked away before I had the chance to look at him again and feel sorry. God. Why can't he just get the hint.

I made it back to my dormitory. I closed the curtains around my bed and just played there with my hands folded underneath of my head and my hair in a mess on my pillow. "What was it that you wanted me to be here for, Mom?" I thought somberly to myself. I felt sad. An actual pang of deep sadness that would send any normal teenage girl into tears. I let out a shaky sigh and wiped my head clear from any thoughts and closed my eyes. I didn't even take my makeup off because I was too tired. Physically and emotionally.

There was a lot of noise in the morning and it startled me from my sleep. I could hear the other girls ranting and raving about boys and what classes they were taking this year and blah blah blah. Normal girl shit. I didn't want any part of it so I got dressed while everyone awkwardly stared at me and exchanged hushed whispers I knew were in relation to me. I just threw my hair up in a high pony tail and put my sandals on. I was wearing a pretty, knee length flowy, white dress that was splattered with red and blue flowers. I loved it more than the rest of my wardrobe.

I made my way down to The Great Hall and grabbed some food and kept my eyes away from making direct contact with anyone else's. Might as well figure out where the library is now. It would most likely be my haven for the rest of the year seeing as I doubted anyone, especially Draco, had any interest in literature.

Oh, it was wonderful. The smell of old books and dusty magic filled my nostrils and I felt suddenly home. This library was expansive. It was beautiful ad quiet. I noticed Hermione pouring over what appeared to be four or five large books open in front of her. She looked like she was reading them all at the same time. For some reason, this boggled my mind. Classes hadn't even started yet and I read the spines of the books she had opened and they were most definitely related to the subjects she was more than likely taking this year. I found myself a chair in the corner that was tucked away from anyone's eye sight and settled down and began reading one of the many books I had brought with me from home. I just wanted to submerse myself in the world of Anne Rice and forget where I presently was and where I wished I was. I was about two hours in when I heard that familiar, annoying voice I knew belonged to Pansy. These people were literally everywhere. I was sure that she didn't even possess the capability to read. Maybe I was right because she was talking with a couple of other girls.

"That bitch thinks she owns the place already and no one even knows her," she was saying to them. Oh Lord, here we go.

"Everyone is talking about how 'pretty' she is and shit, and she's not even pretty. At all." The girls made noises of agreement. "She thinks she can come in a steal Draco from me, well she's in for a big surprise. I won't let her. You know he told me he loved me?" The girls gasped and giggled. For fucks sake. You would think people had more intelligent things to talk about.

"I bet she's a slut," one of the other girls said. Oh for the love of God.

"I'm just disgusted that we have to share a common room with someone like her," Pansy said, "Why couldn't they have put her in Gryffindor. She's probably just going to be friends with all those nasty mud bloods anyway. Did you see her talking to that awful Weasley boy? Jesus. She has no standards either." I scowled to myself. What was wrong with these people? I had never met more conniving, petty individuals in my entire life.

"I just know that she better stop hanging around Draco, or I'll ruin her," Pansy proclaimed. I had had enough. I got up and went around the bookshelf to see the three of them hunkered over a table talking to each other.

"Do you have something you want to say to my face, you little bitches?" I asked, my eyebrows raised in cynical curiosity. They just looked at me with disgust.

"Go back to the hole you crawled out of, you little mudblood lover," Pansy said to me. They literally were the most awful girls I had ever had the displeasure of coming in contact with.

"You don't even fucking know me," I said, "So don't sit there and act like little prissy idiots and pretend like you do." I wasn't even aware people still used the term, "Mudblood." It was a dead word in the States. It was filled with so much hate and discontent.

Pansy laughed. "Look," she said, "I can say whatever I want whenever I want and you are an ugly little bitch who better stay away from my man." Was she talking about Draco? Why has all of the trouble I had encountered been because of this one boy? What was really so appealing about him? I rolled my eyes.

"As if I want anything to do with him," I said, bored of the conversation, "He's the one who's been following ME around. So shut your fucking mouth and stop being a little snot bag. No one even likes you anyway, including Draco."

It was time for me to find Fred. I needed a pick-me-up and some happiness in my life right now. Jesus. I couldn't stand these people. I was over it already and I was only on my second day.