Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

My (Emily's) POV

I woke up late, my cheek still feeling the touch of Draco's lips.

Had that really happened? Why did he do that?

I smiled to myself and sat up, giving a big stretch that exposed my flat stomach.

"Em?" Marie asked drowsily to my left.

"Yeah?" I asked, wiping the smile off my face.

"What happened last night? You were behind and…never caught up." She asked, sitting up in her bed.

Her white t-shirt was wrinkled to the point of defeat.

"Nothing." I said coldly, hopping out of my bed and landing on the salmon colored rug at my feet.

"What's wrong?" she asked carefully, pulling at her brown hair so she could get it into a ponytail.

"Nothing!" I repeated, yelling this time.

I was pissed at her, at Sam, and at everyone. They had no right to leave me behind like that, and then act like everything was okay.

"I think your PMSing. " she mumbled angrily.

"I can't help it if you think I'm fucked up." I spat furiously, roughly grabbing my clothes from my trunk.

I had grabbed a royal purple shirt that covered one shoulder, with a black tank top underneath. Dark jeans and black shoes completed the look. It was kind of cold outside, after all.

I stormed out of the dormitory and into the bathroom before Marie could respond. The white tiled walls of the bathroom blinded me for a few agonizing seconds. I changed blindly, and straightened my hair.

Oh my GOD.

Today I go to Hogsmeade with Seamus!!!

I wanted to run in and tell Marie and Sam (who had somehow managed to sleep through all this) and tell them, but I couldn't.

Not after what had happened.

Whatever.

I ran down the flight of stairs to the cozy common room, where the fire was still ablaze. It lit up the place in an eerie way, since the sky was gray and made the room seem dark.

Sighing, I crouched down in front of the fire, savoring the warm rays licking my body.

The courtyard leading to Hogsmeade was extremely crowded. It made difficult for you to breathe. I had to push, shove and curse to get people to move.

I finally found Seamus standing in the middle of the crowd with Harry and Ron. My heart leapt up into my throat, and I rushed over to him.

I cleared my throat. "Hi, Seamus."

"Eh?" he turned towards me, his pale blue eyes full of surprise.

I smiled and turned towards Harry and Ron.

"How're you?" I asked, snorting as Ron gave a look of complete shock.

"You're talking?" Ron exclaimed sarcastically.

"Ron! Anyway I'm fine. "Harry said, smiling sweetly.

He's always so nice. I don't know why Draco hates him.

"Well…shall we go?" Seamus asked, grinning.

I practically melted. His blue eyes were warm and inviting, so much different than Malfoy's. His dark brown hair was sticking up in the front, and it looked absolutely adorable.

Unable to speak, I just nodded and followed him to Hogsmeade.

We walked in silence for while, Seamus by my side.

"So, um, I…I saw you last night." Seamus started as we walked into the beginning of the little village. The rare trees were colorful with red, orange, yellow and brown. Our footsteps crunched on the dead leaves under our feet.

My heart stopped and I refused to look at him.

"And I…I saw you kissing Malfoy." He breathed, trying unsuccessfully to hide the hurt and disappointment in his voice.

"Seamus…" I whimpered, "I…I thought you said…"

"That this wasn't a date? Yeah, I did but I…" he trailed off, his voice miserable.

I finally looked at him and almost cried. His head was down and his blue eyes were closed. His shoulders were slumped in defeat. My heart hurt immensely, and I stepped closer to him.

I didn't know what to say, so I hugged him. He stiffened up, and I could feel his breathe on my face.

"What…about Malfoy?" he asked, pulling away from me and looking into my eyes.

I saw mixed emotions, but overall depression in the depths of his eyes.

"I…I'm sorry." I sighed, holding back tears, "I…I need to go for a while, is that okay? I'll met you back here in a bit."

I ran off before he could see a single tear slide down my cheek.

I actually went looking for Malfoy. I kind of just wandered around in a daze, bumping into random people until I saw him standing with Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise and Pansy. They were bullying a first year, who (surprisingly) was in Gryffindor.

The poor boy's eyes were wide with fear, and tears rolled down his pale cheeks. A strong wave of emotion hit me, and I rushed over to the boy.

"Get away from him!" I yelled, standing in front of him.

He gave a yell of terror and ran in the opposite direction. I stood, glaring at the group. Pansy, who was wearing a frilly pink shirt and black pants, crossed her arms.

"You scared away our toy. Now I guess we'll have to use you." She smirked, her black eyes rising into her forehead wide bangs.

This whole time, Malfoy hadn't said anything. I smiled at him, but he didn't smile back. The sun made his white-blonde hair look even blonder, if that was possible.

I had fallen in love with his green silk shirt and blue jeans. I desperately wanted them for some unknown reason. Don't ask.

"If you don't talk to me I'm going to tell them about last night." I warned, almost pleading with him.

I needed him to talk to me. I needed someone to love me, to look after me.

Then he just started laughing, throwing his head back and belting it right out.

"I set that whole thing up! I'm sure Finnigan told you he saw us, right?"

"What…what are you getting at?" I asked, already dreading what he was about to say.

"That I purposefully made you find me and I made him be there when I kissed you. I wanted him to hate you." He put simply, a horrible, evil smirk spread from ear to ear.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to run. I wanted to beat the shit out of him. I wanted to hug him and cry into his chest.

Neither of them seemed like a good idea.

"I…I…" I started, voice cracking.

It felt like I had heartburn.

It was the first time I had ever been kissed like that (even if it was on the cheek) and it hurt terribly to hear someone say that it didn't mean anything.

All of them were laughing now, and I couldn't take it.. I burst into tears, wailing right in the middle of Hogsmeade.

Falling to my knees, I covered my eyes, but the tears kept coming.

Their laughing was all around me, making me sick.

In what seemed like ages, I heard someone finally walk over.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Harry.

I shook my head, still not looking up. I knew they were all watching.

"Hey, Malfoy, I don't know what you did to her, but you better get the fuck out of here!!!" he shouted, voice actually wavering with anger.

"Fine, Potter." Malfoy spat, "I'm glad you're offering to take this scum off my hands."

This made me cry even harder.

He hates me! He hates me!!!!!! That evil, disgusting little bastard! I hate him! But I don't…

"Hey…" Harry whispered, crouching down to where I still lay on my knees.

He put on arm around my shoulder, and watched as I cried myself dry.

"You better?" he asked calmly, withdrawing his arm.

I nodded, sniffed, and finally looked up.

My eyes stung, and everything was blurry.

Ha! I probably look disgusting!

People all around were staring, but one glare from me or Harry made them look away. He led me over to Hermione and Ron, who were having an argument.

"Ron, I'm telling you, NO!"

"But Hermione!"

Hermione had her hands on her hips, glaring at Ron fiercely.

She was wearing a jean jacket with a black tank top, and dark blue jeans. Ron was modeling a dull green sweater, with faded out looking jeans and sneakers.

His face was blank, but his eyes held sadness and disappointment, but definitely not from this argument.

At the sight of me Hermione's eyes went wide and she rushed over to me.

"Oh God what happened?" she asked, hugging me.

"Malfoy he… I don't know I just found her crying in front of Malfoy and his group." Harry explained.

At this I burst out crying again, and Hermione whispered softly and lead me over to a metal bench. We sat down and she hugged me. I was grateful that she was there, and I smiled through my tears.

The bench was cold, like ice. Just like his heart.

Do I really believe this?

No.

I removed my hands from my eyes again and apologized to Hermione, Ron and Harry.

"It's okay!" Hermione said, insisting that she let her buy me some chocolate.

So while Hermione went and bought it, I was stuck alone with Ron and Harry, who were standing there awkwardly.

"Er…don't worry, Malfoy's a git." Ron said nervously.

I looked up, face blank.

I wish that I had just stayed in America.

Back in the castle…

Word had traveled fast in the Great Hall, and now everyone that passed me started to whisper and point fingers.

I thought about sitting by myself at dinner, but Hermione dragged me over to where she, Harry and Ron sat.

I didn't admit it, but I was very thankful that she was so nice.

A couple of times Sam, Marie or Shane tried to come and talk to me, but I refused. After a while Ron got annoyed with everyone coming over, and eventually started jinxing anyone within range of our group.

I thought that being popular would be a good thing, but I did NOT like the attention. Now I know how Harry feels.

"Hey guys I'm going to go back to the common room, okay." I said, standing up.

I needed to get out of here.

"You want me to come?" Hermione offered.

I didn't really like Hermione at first, but through this incident we had become somewhat good friends.

"Nah."

I was upset, but I wasn't weak.

I quickly dodged the students walking from table to table and managed to get out alive. Walking back to the common room was awful. Since I was alone, even the people that hadn't witnessed the scene began mimicking me and crying every time I passed.

I resisted the urge to cave their face in.

When I finally got to the dormitory, I passed out on my bed, waking up a couple of times through the night.

Author's Notes:…….