It had been five days since that day I met Jaret Hilton. He was soo nice to me that day. Since that day, we have become best friends. It was the day of Hogsmeade.

"Man, guys," I said as I walked with my three friends (Dani, Rylie and Jaret), "I have to go to Hogsmeade with Malfoy today."

"That does suck." Dani said truthfully.

"That guy's a total sleazebag, Sara, if he does anything to you, just let me know." Jaret said in a deadly voice.

"Man, protective, aren't we?" I said.

"Well, I just don't want you to get hurt," Jaret defended.

"I have to go meet up with Greg," Rylie stated.

"See ya later." I called to her as she walked away. "I better get going too." I said and walked down towards the Great Hall. I scanned the room and spotted Malfoy flirting with some girls. Oh, how surprising! Note that sarcasm. As I walked towards Draco, I noticed Harry wearing a very Malfoy-like smirk. Gahhh! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!

Harry, along with Ron, stalked towards me. "Well, if it isn't our favorite deatheater." Harry said.

"Well, if isn't Pothead." I shot back. He was such a douche. I couldn't believe I'd been so wrong about him. One of these days, I was going stab him in the face and be done with his crap. Thank god, the Womping Willow tree was right next to my window. I'd watched enough crime TV to know not to leave evidence.

Harry went to open his mouth, but was interrupted when Draco walked and stood beside me.

"Why don't you and Weaselbee go fuck each other?" Draco said to Harry.

"Let's get out of here, Ron." Harry countered, lacing his fingers with Ron and strutting off.

"So, you're read to go?" Draco said as he snaked his arm around my waist.

"Finally! We're freakin' here!" I said.

"Bloody hell, Sara, we only walked six feet!" Draco exclaimed.

"So? That's still SIX FEET!" I said. There was a reason I skipped gym class all the time.

"Come on, we're going to the Quidditch store." Draco said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the many shops.

"So, what's quidditch?" I asked curiously.

Draco turned from a broom he was checking out and looked at me like I was from a different planet. "You got to be fucking kidding me!" Draco said and started to ramble on and on about a waffle or quaffle.

"HOY SHIT! Just forget I asked. Now will you please SHUT UP?" I shouted.

"NO ONE TELLS A MALFOY TO SHUT UP!" Draco said.

"Well, guess what? I DID!" I shot back.

"Bitch!"

"Cocky bastard!"

"Conceited!"

"Poptart!"

"Hey, you can't call someone a poptart!"

"Yeah you can."

"Cannot!"

"Can too!"

"Fine, you win, but can we leave this freakin' store?"

"Fine, as long as we don't go look for shoes."

"DAMN YOU, SHOES!" Draco yelled as he sat on a bench in the shoe store. I don't really like looking for shoes, but he's fun to piss off.

"Oh, come on, Draco. I can't live without my shoes!" I said as I looked at a pair of black combat boots. "Do you think these would look good on me?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure. Can you just blood hurry up!" Draco answered.

I paid for my boots and some sneakers. "Ok, we can go now." I said to Draco as he glared at a pair of shiny red high heels.

Draco ran out ahead of me. "I'm free! I'm free!" He yelled, causing people to stare at the two of us.

"Dang! Could you say it any louder?" I said.

"Actually, yes, I could. I'M FRE—" Draco started to say when I tackled him. "What the hell was that for?" Draco asked while brushing himself off.

"I don't know, just felt like it, I guess." I replied.

Draco playfully pushed me.

"What was that for?" I asked surprised. Tingles were shooting from my fingers to my toes and I kind of wanted to rip his clothes off.

"I don't know, just felt like it, I guess." Draco mimicked in a high-pitch girly voice.

"Hey! I so do not sound like that!" I said while laughing.

"Sure. Whatever you say." Draco said in a disbelieving voice.

"I'm hungry." I said.

"Do you want to go eat?" Draco asked.

"No." I said sarcastically.

"Oh, ok then." Draco said, pulling out his magical phone wand and clicking through his texts.

"I was being sarcastic dumbo." I said. "Where to?"

Draco grabbed my hand with his own and stared towards a shop called 'The Tea Shop'. We sat down at one of the booths across from each other.

"I'll order for the both of us." Draco said with a suave flip of his bangs.

"Sure." I said back.

A few minutes later a waiter with a funny mustache came up and set down two bowls full of something that looked like black tapioca pudding. "Draco, what the hell is this stuff?" I asked as soon as the waiter left.

"Caviar." He said simply, scooping a large spoonful and pushing it sensually between his lips.

"Which is?" I asked again.

"Fish eggs." Draco answered.

"EWWWW!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"What's wrong with fish eggs?" Draco mused.

"That's SICK! That's like eating someone's kid! I have a FISH for christs sake! I DON'T THINK MR. Fuggles would like me eating his eggs!" I shouted.

"Did you say Mr. Fuggles?" Draco said while trying to hold in his laughter. It was a jolly sort of laughter. If I wasn't so pissed at how insensitive he was being, I would have admited how nice his chuckling was in a Santa sort of way. Regardless, it was one I definitely could get used to hearing everyday.

"It's not my fault I named him when I was three, okay!"

"Fine, we won't eat it then!" Draco exclaimed, nostrils flaring in indignation. Draco ordered some burgers and fries and we started to eat.

"So, Draco." I said inbetween bites of my burger. "Have you ever wished you could fly?"

"Ok, I'll act like I didn't hear that, Sara. Anyways, I was wondering if—" Draco started to say something but it was stopped by Rylie running towards me, her face soaked with tears.

"OMG! What's wrong, Rylie?" I asked in a worried voice.

"It's *SNIFF* Greg. I went to *SNIFF* meet up with him at the *SNIFF* Three Broomsticks only to *SNIFF* see him in the alleyway *SNIFF* snogging that 5th year Hufflepuff slut." She finished. I handed her a tissue to blow her nose. "How could he do this to me? HOW?" Rylie cried.

"It's ok, Rylie. You deserve better than him." I said as I comforted her. "Draco, I'm going to walk her back to the castle. Do you want me to meet back up with you here?" I asked.

"Nah, it's ok. I'll be fine." He said sadly as he watched me walk away.