I know you've seen this before, but I messed up. I used my character Erika, went I meant to use Sarah, I just used name, same personality. So I had to re-do it, I'll have a new chapter up in two days btw, I've been grounded. You can re-review this if you guys have questions or anything. Sorry I didn't reply to the other reviews I deleted them from my E-mail and I couldn't go back through the review to look.

"Draco!!!"

Sight came back to Draco's eyes but he quickly closed him, "I would have rather been dead than have woken up to this sight."

"Well, get use to it, you'll be waking up to this beautiful face for the rest of your life. "

"Parkison, I'd rather die- actually, could you just kill me on our wedding night?"

Pansy laughed, "I can't do that, how would we-"

"Spare me, Parkison."

"I'd rather poke you," Pansy giggled. Draco opened his eyes.

"What have you got in your knickers, I could have sworn you were a girl, not by looks, but your glass breaking voice."

Pansy grinned, "You'll find out soon enough."

Draco threw a pillow at Pansy's head. "Get out of here you pig!"

Pansy caught the pillow and threw it back. "What ever you say, drakie."

"Ugh! And never call me that again, you vial creature!"

Pansy giggled her way out of the dormitory.

Draco grunted, "Idiot," he said to the empty room. Draco rose from his bed and dressed.
With every button of his white dress shirt he closed, flashes of his dream played in his mind.

"Draco!!!"

"The mudblood meant nothing!"

"This isn't a time for jokes, Draco."

Draco knew that his relationship with his father was something like no other. His mind wondered if his father was told to kill his only son would he? His father had done so much, killed so many, his aunt had killed dozens, tortured even more to insanity.
His family had done things Draco wasn't entirely sure he could do; although being told he would have to since he could walk. His mother wouldn't, would she? No, never! Draco told himself. Mum would never let dad kill me, right?

These were the things that kept Draco thinking, he had blocked the experience with Hermione from his mind. He tried hard to keep himself busy, but hours later at his DADA lesson, it happened.

"Draco, can you tell me what happens when you use Crucio?" asked Professor Jazzy.

"Um… they're tortured beyond all known pain?"

"Even childbirth," Blaise added. "At least that's what my mum said."

Draco smirked. "You're mum is a wired one, isn't she?"

Blaise shrugged. "Dunno, maybe."

Professor Jazzy smiled, "No Mr. Zabini, thank you for that wonderful lesson, and yes Draco."

Draco heard a snort from behind him, and there she was, Hermione Granger, being all prissy and smart. "Ms. Granger do you have something you'd like to say?"

"Yes," Hermione said, "'Um… they're tortured beyond all pain?' is not a very good answer, honestly, I mean have you ever been tortured?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "No, but I'm sure you'd be willing to have a go at me, wouldn't you Granger?"

Hermione nodded rudely, "Well, yes, but that isn't my point."

"Well what is your point Ms. Granger?" Asked Professor Jazzy getting slightly annoyed.

"That the Crucio spell is a body contorting pain, your spine curves and you loose all control in your body." Hermione said in her very Hermione-ish voice. Draco didn't understand why, but at that very moment, he hated her, why did she act like that?
Trying to make him look stupid in front of the entire class, he wanted to slap her!

He wanted to push her and make her feel pain, he wanted to do to her exactly what she has done to him; he wanted to kiss her! NO, thought Draco. He can't be thinking like that!

"Thank you for Ms. Granger, is that all?"

Hermione seemed shocked by Professor Jazzy's sudden change in personality, "Err… Yes?"

"Please raise you hand next time, ten points from Gryffindor!"

"WHAT!" echoed all the Gryffindor's in the classroom.

"Pipe down or I'll take away another ten!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and began whispering with Harry and Ron. Draco felt the sudden urge to run out of the class room. He couldn't do this, he didn't love Hermione, and he knew he didn't. He felt nothing for her but hate, full blown, evil, hate. But mixed in his hate was something, something that made him stare at her legs when she crossed them. Something that made him slap her across the face and then want to kiss it.

Draco knew that if he didn't want that dream to come true, he'd have to steer far away from Granger, she was after all a filthy mudblood. She is a dirty lower form of life.

The rest of lesson was less eventful, although Weasel did break a vase trying to jinx Longbottom. Which was funny to watch, but sadly the vase broke on top of Blaise's head, which was sad because Draco was hoping it would land on Pansy.

Draco rushed Blaise to the hospital wing, offering of course to run from Hermione and her gang of blood traitors. Blaise was practically fine, he was just looking for a way out of the lesson himself, pretending to ache with pain. Setting in the hospital wing waiting for Madam Pompfrey Blaise decided to get more personal.

"Draco, what happened to you last night?"

"What do you mean, Zabini?"

"When I got up this morning your shirt was ripped and you looked like you'd been running a marathon around London, or something." Blaise said with a shrug.

Draco shrugged as well. "Got into a thing, with a person, had a spat, threw a few spells."

"Do you know you sounded like a complete idiot, more than usual?"

"Thanks."

"What person, what thing and why did you have a spat?"

"What is this, an investigation, shut up Zabini!"

"Was it Granger?"

"No."

"Did you snog her?"

"No."

"Did you like it?"

"No."

"So, yes, yes and yes!"

"Shut up Blaise."

"I don't know what I should think, that you got hot action, or that you snogged a mudblood."

"SHUT UP BLAISE!"

"Shh… quiet Mr. Malfoy, we do have patients in here." Said Madam Pomprey. She had just arrived with some type of green gel. "Here you go, Mr. Zabini, rub this on those cuts, you'll be just fine."

Draco grunted, "Really because I thought he was on the edge of death?"

"No, I'm afraid not, you'll have to keep hoping," Said Blaise with a smirk.

Draco rolled his eyes, "One day Blaise… one day."

"What's in one day, your next date with Granger?"

Draco took a swing at Blaise's head but Blaise ducked.

"Mr. Malfoy! That will be enough with you, please leave!"

Draco shrugged. "I'll see you tonight, Blaise, dearest."

With that he left the hospital wing and made his way to dinner. Taking a seat next to Pansy and Patrick, Draco noticed something from the corner of his eye, Granger.

Granger was talking in whispers with the youngest of the weasley clan. She seemed to wearily shaking her head as Weasel's little sister looked shocked.

No, she wouldn't! Draco knew he was in deep now. Granger was talking of the other

Night with Ginny and this would lead to something bad, very, very bad.

"Drakie sweetheart, what are you staring at?" Pansy asked in a girly tone.

"Nothing and I told you never to call me that again!" Draco snarled. "I'm not hungry anymore." Draco stood up. "I'll see you later, Pansy."

He walked straight out of the Great Hall and went to the library, of all places, he knew Granger would be there, and he was very interested in knowing what her and Weasel's sister was chatting about.

Taking a seat next to Granger's usual table, Draco waited, Granger would come here soon, he knew she would, she is after all Granger. Draco put his feet up and waited, the night got long and Draco got tired, just as he was about to leave, there she was.

Hermione walked in, school bag and all, talking to Madam Prince. "Horrible potions essay, I'll only be but an hour, oh, thank you!" He heard her whisper. She seemed startled by Draco's appearance in the library.

She took her seat, looking at him all the while, with that Hermione-ish questioning look on her face. "Why are you here?" She asked acidly.

"Because I wanted to be a book worm like you- only kidding, Granger." Draco laughed.

Hermione brushed the hair from her eyes. "What do you want, Malfoy?" Draco straightened in his seat as Hermione opened her potions book.

"I just want to make sure that out little incident isn't spoken of to anyone," Draco said in a sinister tone.

Hermione smirked. "Do you honestly think I'll go blabbing that the lowest form of life, that being you," Hermione added motioning towards Draco, "That I- well I'm not sure what happened, but it isn't something I'd want to put in the Daily Prophet."

Draco shook his head, "then what were you telling Weasley at dinner?"

Hermione smirked, "Been watching me, have you?"

"I just noticed the look on her face, so what was it then?"

Hermione shrugged, "Nothing important to you, it was about her brother, Ronald."

Draco nodded, "Of course, you're still dating weasel."

Hermione laughed, "What am I supposed to be chasing you now?"

Draco stood up, "Only because you want to, eh Granger?" He smiled and threw a hand through his platinum blonde hair. Hermione stood up, her face was red, she was fuming and her fist was lifted.

"What? You going to kiss me again?" Draco smirked.

"You little-"she put her hand down, "You're not worth it Malfoy, not even you."

Draco didn't quite understand what that meant, but he watched as Hermione packed her things quickly and walked away. Something inside Draco wanted to stop her and ask her to explain that riddle she had just riddled. But Draco didn't he just watched her as she walked away, walked straight through the door, and probably to the weasel.

What Hermione said stood with Draco for the rest of the day. Mostly because Draco didn't understand it and mostly because the way she said it. She had a look in her eyes like she had given up on living, or given up on trying to find a great good in him. Like she had just realized he was nothing more than what he was, she looked disappointed.

The look in her eyes was nothing compared to the way her jaw kind twitched at him, annoyed buy him. Draco felt like he didn't want to be a disappointment, not just to Hermione but anyone, because that's always what his father said he was, "A disappointment," To the family name, to the pure blood race, to his lord.

There was something about hearing the word disappointment that made Draco's mind explode. He hated it; he hated having his father think he was nothing more than a disappointed son, a useless life that he took care of.

So there Draco was in a familiar spot, on the couch in the common room. It was late; he was tired and knew that he should be in his dorm. But something brought him back to this couch, to this exact position.

So as he set there with his eyes close there came that voice, and when he heard it he realized he had been waiting for it. "Hey Draco, couldn't sleep again?"

He opened his eyes to see Sarah. She was setting Indian style across from him.
So Draco realized that this was why he came back to this spot, because he was waiting for Sarah. Which now made Draco wonder if he liked Erika and if he did could he do anything about it?

He stowed those thoughts away and turned his attention to the problem at hand.

"I guess not, what about you, just stalking me?"

"Of course," Erika answered lightly. "What else would I do?"

Draco grinned, "Something else."

Sarah looked at him puzzled.

"You're something else, different, not a Pansy or a Granger."

Sarah nodded, "I didn't grow up like them, and actually I grew up too quickly."

Draco stared at her, just by the look in her eyes he knew this was going to be an interesting night, one of those nights girls write about in their diaries.