Hello again! Sorry it's been a while, I have lots of exams :-( Anyway, here is the next chapter, bit of a short one, enjoy.

Hey, it's Alma! Your author has managed to forget the disclaimer…SHE OWNS NOTHING! Except me, I reluctantly belong to her, but its ok…I am plotting my escape :D

Over the next few weeks the cold winter slowly melted away into spring and I started spending more and more time with Draco. People whispered and stared when we walked down the corridor together but no one said much. Mainly because Harry was still bigger news, also maybe because we both were knows for having a bit of a temper.

Hermione had taken to disappearing with a certain Bulgarian champion for hours at a time. I honestly never knew she had it in her. She insists that they were only studying but I found that rather hard to believe.

Ron was the only normal friend I had left, and even he was a little grumpy where Draco was concerned.

"I just don't get it, you hated the guy a few months ago," he moaned.

"Yeah, and I liked you a few days ago," I replied.

"What?" he asked shocked.

"Joke Ron, joke!" I sighed, people never get my jokes.

"Honestly though, what changed," he asked.

"He did I guess, he finally grew up," I shrugged.

"Whatever, I still don't like him," he grumbled.

"Couldn't you try, for me," I pleaded.

"Nah, cant be bothered," he smirked, "Ouch!"

He picked up the slipper I had just accurately thrown at his head.

"Please?" I asked again.

"Fine, I'll try," he mumbled.

"Thanks," I beamed, getting back to my homework.

I was starting to think I had just imagined the Draco who I hated. He was consistently nice, to me and everyone else. Well he wasn't mean to them at least. I'm not sure what he was like when I wasn't around, but my friends never said anything so I assumed it was alright. Even Draco's friends left me alone, but they still bullied my friends.

I had asked Draco to get them to stop. He said he had tried but they laughed and ignored the request. I didn't press the matter any further because firstly it wasn't really Draco's fault, secondly because I didn't want him to fall out with his friends because of me, and thirdly my friends can look after themselves.

Meanwhile, Draco and I were spending as much time as possible together. We never really voiced the matter but it felt as if we were making up for the years apart.

One week, I had been wandering the grounds looking for Draco. I finally decided that he would be in the hidden part of the grounds. When I got there I was surprised to find it empty. I wandered over to the tree that always bloomed and reached out, searching for the nicest looking apple.

Suddenly a hand shot out, holding the biggest, greenest looking apple. I stumbled back in surprise.

"You know the apples are much nicer near the top," came a familiar voice.

I peered through the branches to see Draco sitting on a branch, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Alright then, how exactly do I get up there?" I asked, staring at him questioningly.

"Here," he held out a hand and helped me climb up to sit next to him, and handed me a perfect round green fruit. It tasted fresh and sweet, like spring.

"So how are you," I asked, leaning back against him.

"Ok, got a letter from my parents today," he said, with utter distain in his voice.

"Oh, what did they say this time?" I asked.

"Well my mum wanted to know how I was but my dad managed to turn his letter into a rant about how there are too many 'mudbloods' in this school and how Harry would hopefully get seriously injured in the next challenge," he spat out in fury.

I could tell he was slightly annoyed with the content, but he was mainly annoyed that his dad couldn't care less how he was. I shifted round to hug him.

"You know I care, and so does your mum. Just ignore him, he's obviously a fool if he can't see how great a son he has," I comforted.

"Thanks Ali," he smiled.

"You know those weird sweets you get that are hard on the outside but soft on the inside?" I asked.

"What? That was a bit random but yes, I know," he nodded.

"Well that's you, and not everyone gets to the surprise centre," I smiled.

He laughed, "Well if that's me then you're a packet of Bertie Bots."

"How so?" I asked.

"Because parts of you are sweet, and parts of you are sour and some are downright awful!" he laughed.

I fake pouted and he kissed me teasingly.

"I only joking, I love it when you get angry. Its cute," he chuckled.

"It's not meant to be cute! It's supposed to strike fear into the hearts of men everywhere," I told him.

"Well keep working at it," he smirked.

I whipped my head round to his quickly with a ferocious expression.

He hid it well but I noticed him jump a tiny amount.

"Ha, I am so scary!" I laughed triumphantly.

"Ok, fine. Maybe just a little," he shrugged, "but I still think you're cute."

It would be impossible to even pretend to be mad at him.

"Aw well you're pretty cute yourself," I winked.

"I'm not meant to be cute. I'm supposed to be scary, threatening and evil," he responded with a smile

"Yeah, just not to me," I nodded.

"Not even a little," he paused.

"Nah, most of the time you just made me mad," I explained.

"Sorry, I don't suppose I really ever meant to," he sighed.

"It's alright; I think somehow, I always knew you didn't completely hate me. I just never realised myself," I said, honestly.

"I guess I'm pretty messed up," he shrugged.

"Maybe, but aren't we all?" I replied.

"In our own little way," he smiled.

We sat on that branch in the warm spring sun for hours. It was these moments I loved the most. No one else was there for these, so it kind of remained a mystery as to why we were so smitten with one another.

Well there you go, review! xx