You!

by blizzard11

Draco Malfoy, a problematic rebel who has recently been told to study, seeks refuge in the depths of the Hogwarts library. There, he finds books, more books and Hermione to talk to. However, building a frienship is something else..

2. Why Do I Bother?

You?!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the characters belong to JK Rowling. Don't sue me.

Notes to begin with: Um...I'm back. XP Thanks to those who took time to review. Sorry if it took me a longer time to post this. But here it is, as promised.  Bear with me if there are any grammatical errors. I try my best to proofread this before posting on ff.net but sometimes my eyes waver. (Pardon a befuddled 15-year old) Uhh...no mush yet. Hee. I have this habit of really getting into the relationship, before inserting any fluff. But if you guys enjoy fights and quarrels, I think you'll be okay with this chapter.

(Hermione's POV)

"Granger! What are you doing here?!"

"Owww..." I groaned, rubbing my arm. A pretty bad reply for my standards, but I was too busy minding the throbbing pain coming from the bruise that was starting to form on my lower arm. Some kind of collision that was. I at least had the guess that it wasn't a girl and it was no ordinary guy. The husky male voice was familiar, however and if I'm not mistaken it would be...

"Malfoy?"

He stood there, wand in his right arm. His left hand was pressing on his left lower abdomen, where I must have hit him. His fine eyebrows were raised in a demanding manner. "Yes, me. Now, why in hell's name did you jab my ribs? I'll make sure you pay if they're broken."

"I didn't mean anything." I explained, cradling my arm. "I just came from Professor McGonagall's office when I heard a few noises, so I decided to check 'em out on my way to the Gryffindor tower. I had no idea I would bump into you!"

"To say you bumped me, would be an understatement." He said, raising his eyebrow before proceeding to moan slightly. "Bloody hell, are you sure it was your arm that hit me? Felt more like a wand or an elbow."

"Sorry." I apologized hastily, picking up the lamp I dropped on the floor. "It must have been this thing I was carrying. I forgot my wand at the dormitories and had to resort to this for some light. Are you really that hurt? I can help you to the hospital wing, if you want..."

Yeah. Malfoy, hurt? That would be the day. I just had to do that for the sake of pleasantries.

"Whatever - I'm fine," he replied curtly, straightening up. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Huh? I got a bit confused here at the change of attitude. Let's? I thought Malfoy never used that word except for when he's with Crabbe and Goyle. And where did the sassy attitude go? Don't tell me I knocked it all out when I hit him.

Oh, how I wish. I guess my puzzled eyes gave out my thoughts because he said,

"We have to get out of this corner before Filch finds us."

Oh.

"Uhh, right." I nodded, following his back. He seemed to know the corners of the castle as well as Fred and George, judging from the way he walked and looked around. Then again, what do you expect? Draco Malfoy's name could be easily associated with another school rebel when it came to nighttime and hours of mischief. No wonder he wasn't chosen to become a prefect this year, with all of the supposed 'rule-bending' he's done. 

"So what WERE you doing at this time of night, Granger?" He asked breaking my chain of thoughts, all the sarcasm coming back. "It isn't like you to wander off at this time of night just because you heard noises. That sounds like something Potter and Weasley would do. And by the way, where ARE the wonder boys? Aren't you always with them?"

And another taunt, as usual. I rolled my eyes. He never did find anything else to do.

"I told you already, I came from McGonagall's and happened to pass by. And what do you mean by 'it's not like me to wander off?'", I challenged him. "You're telling me that only Harry and Ron and guys like you deserve to go around?"

"Yeah."

I didn't like the way this conversation was going.

"You mean to say you're calling me a goody-two-shoes."

I could hear him snicker softly as he was walking in front of me. "You could say that."

"Shut up, Malfoy."

He stopped and faced me, coming closer and tilting my chin. I returned his smug smile with a glare.

"Careful with your words, Granger. Don't be too touchy or you just might find yourself in the pit of trouble. I saved your arse back there, after sensing that Filch was nearby. You should be grateful instead of sending me that mockingly pathetic expression of yours."

Draco Malfoy, always there with his chin up, thinking that he was better than the rest of the world.

I shrugged him off and moved back. "No you did not save my butt. Stop glorifying yourself."

"Whatever you say, Granger." He said, with that annoying drawl in his voice, and finally turning his back to me, proceeding to walk off. We stopped right in front of Gryffindor and I stood by the painting, glaring at him still. Slytherin's tower would still be 5 minutes away, and you don't know how much I wished that his pompous arse would disappear already.

"You didn't even thank me for bringing you to your tower." He smirked, crossing his arms.

"Goodnight to you, too." I said huffily, before walking off to the staircase that led to the dormitories.

What an airhead! I was still a bit irked as I changed from my robes to a long flannel nightshirt and my pajama bottoms. I can't believe that Draco Malfoy had the nerve to say those things, as if I owed him the world! And what's wrong with going out at night, anyway? Almost everyone does that now. It's not just Ron, or Harry or the Fred and George...I've seen loads of people do it, even prefects! 

I wished I could have countered his 'what are you doing here, it's not like you wandering off' with the same thing when I spotted him at the library. He didn't look so confident back there, especially with his sloppy coordinates for his Arithmancy project.

His comments got me so pissed. I yanked the curtains apart so loudly that I heard Parvati move and shift in her sleep. I let my body drop onto the soft bed, my arms folded across my chest but I couldn't get myself to relax just yet.

Goody-two-shoes.

Honestly, is that the only thing people can say about me, aside from being teacher's pet of my whole batch? It can get pretty sickening after hearing it every single day and it gets worse if you hear it coming from Malfoy's mouth. That drawl, the raised eyebrow and that cocky smile reminded me of his father, Lucius Malfoy.

He comes from this pretentious wizarding family that claims to be the purest of all purebloods. All three of them had the same disposition and attitude towards muggle-born wizards. Yeah, well I'll show him who's the smarter one. Or rather, I've already shown him. Isn't that what I've been doing for the past 5 years already? But his approach still wouldn't change. I've given up hope on seeing a more civil Draco. A little more time and he'd be the second Lucius Malfoy. I wouldn't hesitate to bet a thousand galleons on that.

(Draco's POV)

I almost gave myself a pat on the back after seeing Hermione stomp off to the tower. She looked so mad when I said she was a goody-two-shoes. It was so true, anyway. Aside from being the number one know-it-all in this castle, she was also the number one I-need-to-follow-the-rules-because-it's-good-for-my-rep kind of girl. Ha. It was soooooo easy to set her off. Never figured out that there would be another one like Weasley. That makes 2 hot-tempered people for the whole day, yesterday. Not up to my usual number of 5, but it was good enough for me.

But what were Fred and George doing last night out there? Those Weasley twins were always up to something, but that's not like I care that much. And Hermione, coming from McGonagall's office? I doubt that. She's not the type to do those things, as I mentioned the previous night. Besides, it looked like she was hiding something. What that was, I really don't know, AND don't give a damn about. All I know is that I woke up this morning with a sharp pain on my side.

I checked myself before taking a shower and I was surprised to see a nasty black and blue bruise contrasting with my pale skin. It ached a little every time I had to bend over or stretch to reach for something. I had the hardest time, applying gel to my hair. It required me to raise my arms and you can't imagine how I had to bite my lip from groaning. I was too lazy to dig through my book of spells for a quick cure and besides, it had a purpose.

I have another reason not to attend Quidditch practice again, even though the game's on tomorrow. Heh. Conrad will just have to bear with me.

"Draco-pie!"

What the hell?! No one in his/her right mind would dare call me that...if they didn't want to leave with a set of broken ribs.

"Dracooooo, there you are! I've been looking all over for you. Goyle said that you were a bit hurt in the ribs. Are you sure you're okay? I can go with you to Madam Pomfrey if you want. You must have the hardest time walking. Here, let me help you with your books..."

Pansy Parkinson. The plague of my life.

Well, no one ever said that Pansy was in her right mind either. Ugh. Here we go again.

"No thanks, Pansy." I replied as neutral as I could.

She's been slobbering all over me ever since my parents invited hers for tea last, last summer. It's been their disgusting dream of sorts, to see me and her happy and friendly with each other. I bet that after Hogwarts, my father would walk up to me and say that I have to marry that pug-faced brat because we've been betrothed since birth. The thought is enough to send owls flocking away to Nebraska. The thought of me hooking up with her was a retched image.

Of course, Pansy welcomed the idea like it was the best birthday present ever. Since then, I couldn't get her off my back.

Almost every day, I have to endure her simpering, her constant whining and her awful, awful breath. I don't even know how I got through that Yule Ball with her, clutching on to my arm like a clamp or something. I've had my eye on some pretty decent girls but even before I had the chance to ask them, my mother put her foot down.

Go on, Draco and be nice to Pansy. Take her out to the Yule Ball. I'm sure she'd love to go with you.

Yeah. She adored every minute of it. I had to dance with her, attend to her...aaaargh, was THAT the kind of attention girls need? If that's the case then I'm swearing off dating until I probably get a hold on my own life. She talks too much and whines like hell. Luckily, I was able to learn a personal silencing charm (after prodding and bugging Prof. Flitwick) so all I'd have to do was nod, while she continued with her boring chitchat. Who'd be interested in the latest gowns or hair accessories?

What kind of a name was Pansy anyway? It sounded like a rotten vegetable.

"Oh noooo...your hair's not gelled properly! You have strands falling over your eyes. Poor Draco, here, let me fix some of it and we'll have you as dashing as a..."

"Pansy," I interrupted loudly, "there's nothing wrong with my hair. Leave it alone."

"But there are some..."

"I said," I repeated, raising my voice. "Leave my hair alone. I'm the only one who can touch it."

She stepped back, her eyes watering.

Oh, come ON. Don't give me that puppy-eyed look. As if I'll pity YOU.

"D..d..Draco..."

Here goes the blubbering.

"I didn't m..mean to..."

And the sniffling.

"I'm...sorry..."

Bingo. Got her to cry.

Right on cue, she spun around and ran to her girlfriends, waiting by the corner and eying me with either pure amusement or reproachful looks. It's either they were grateful that I got her to whimper or they were angry because I gave them an additional chore, and that's to comfort their 'friend' in distress. Could I blame them for half of what they're feeling? Pansy is such a pain in the neck, and I'm just a guy. I heard it's tougher to deal with her if you're a girl.

"See ya." I said, giving half a nod to Sasha, one of her close friends, who returned the pained look. I almost felt sorry for her.

But it isn't my problem anymore.

Relieved to be Pansy-free for the rest of lunchtime, I returned to the Slytherin table and found my bag waiting for me. I was about to pick it up and head for the common room when I found a few sheets of my Arithmancy homework on the floor, unfinished.

I groaned. Do I have to finish that now?

Yes, a voice answered in the back of my head. You have Arithmancy class this afternoon.

Damn. Back to that library.

(Hermione's POV)

"Library, again?" Ron teased. "If I'm not mistaken, I think you've fallen in love with that place."

"Ron, you should have realized that ages ago. I'm surprised it's taken you this long to notice." I grinned, before turning to Harry. "Are you sure it's okay if I skip watching your practice this afternoon? I suspect we'll be having a pop quiz on Arithmancy this afternoon and I want to make sure that I understood our previous lesson. Otherwise I'll..."

"Go bang your head against the wall?" Ron continued, smirking.

I whacked him with my Potions book. "Shut up, Ron. Harry?"

Harry, who was busy reading another Quidditch manual, casually flipped the page before looking up at me and smiling. "Yeah, go ahead. I don't mind. Just make sure that you come to the game next, next week. I'll kill you if you don't." he warned me, then went back to reading.

"Yes, master." I replied.

Typical Harry. All you had to do was watch him during a Quidditch match and he'd return the favor with more. One of the things I love about my best friend was that he was so humble, yet did not demand that much from you. Sometimes, I felt guilty about not having to spend that much time with him, because of all of my studies. But then again, Ron was there...and I'm making sure that I wouldn't miss this match.

"It's Slytherin vs Griffindor, thought you'd like to know."

"Yeah, Harry gets to whop Malfoy's ego one more time."

At the mere mention of that brat's name, I stiffened.

"'Mione?"

"Hmm?" I glanced at Harry who was looking at me anxiously. "Anything up?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing. Gee, I better get going already...see you later." I spoke up, a bit louder, about to turn my back, when something caught the corner of my eye. I peered closely at what Harry was reading, ever so intently, and found out that it was something else, from what I had assumed. It was a manual all right, but there was no indication of Quidditch to be found anywhere on the pale pink pages. I caught a whiff of the scent, which was lavender.

"'Approach the girl calmly and maintain eye-contact'?" I asked, reading a bit of the words printed, finally noticing that it was in dark pink. "WHERE did you get this?"

Harry shut the so-called manual shut, nearly hitting my forehead. "N..nothing." he mumbled, shooting me a wary glance.

Ron leaned over and saw the title.

Uh-oh, I thought to myself. Too late, Harry.

"How to Start a Conversation with the Love of Your Life? Bloody hell, what are you up to now, Harry?" he asked, eyes widening.

By this time, the subject of our conversation was blushing profusely and nervously fidgeting. It was rare for him to be seen like this so Ron and I decided to take full advantage of it. It's not a common sight to see The Boy Who Lived with tinted red cheeks and a voice full of incessant stammering.

"I wonder who this girl could be..." I smiled, putting my finger to my chin. "Does she happen to play Quidditch too?"

"Yeah...or maybe she has red hair and freckles...maybe someone I'm close to..." Ron chimed in.

"None of your business!" Harry bellowed, standing up and fixing his bag.

Ron elbowed him. "Come on, Harry. Tell us who the lucky girl is..."

"It's no one." Harry insisted, his cheeks glowing brighter. He kept his eyes down, concentrating on the table and refusing to look at us in the eye.

"Enough Ron." I told him, sensing that Harry didn't want to be pestered any longer. "I'm heading off to the library already. I'll see you in Potions, Harry?" I grinned at him and he managed to wave at me, a little timidly. "Stop teasing him, okay Ron? I think he doesn't want to be bothered anymore when it concerns his love life." I giggled.

Harry gave me this upset look.

"Okay, okay. I'm going." I said, walking off, leaving Ron to deal with him.

I definitely had to add that moment to one of the most memorable ever. Harry looked so adorable, with his eyeglasses askew and his face flushed. Of course Ron and I know about his crush on Cho Chang, since third grade and it came out more evident in the 4th. But I don't think Harry's ever tried to make a move after he got rejected during the Yule Ball and even more so, after Cedric Diggory's death.

Well, it was good to see him concentrated on something else aside from Quidditch. I was starting to think that he and his broom were inseparable. But if Harry was planning to get something started, he had better do it now, because Cho was in her last year here in Hogwarts. Then again, if he couldn't get Cho, there were a lot of other people like Ginny Weasley, who's had a crush on him since forever.

And Ginny was not the only one who likes Harry. There are a lot of witches out there – young and old, vying for his attention. (I could never forget the day when a 40-year-old witch sent Harry a dozen pictures of herself 70% naked. The look on his face was something worth remembering.) Fortunately, Harry's not a snob, but I think that it does get on his nerves sometimes. I mean, wouldn't you get irritated if you were stalked almost everyday of your life by people who wouldn't stop following you? And Harry has this phobia of cameras...I don't think I need to explain that.

I have to say that I'm quite amused at being a spectator at these occasions. It's funny, seeing how our hearts, rather, their hearts could get the better of their minds. I'm not caught in any entanglement, thank you very much. They've asked me about Viktor Krum, and sad to say, I've lost touch with him over the last couple of years. Besides, I don't think he appreciated the rumors about me and Harry going out, even though I've explained to him over and over that it wasn't true.

Why is it that almost every person in this damn witching world wants me to pair up with Harry or Ron? These are my best friends, and I can't see why people fail to see that. I'm not eager to get hooked up immediately and get heartbroken after 3 months of lovey-dovey stuff. I've seen enough with Lavender and Parvati, and they haven't even lasted a year.

I sighed to myself as I entered the library. It would be nice to have someone dote on you, though... Though I promised and swore off men for the moment, there are times when I can't help but feel jealous at the girls who receive constant attention from the opposite sex. Even Ginny had her share of admirers. And me? Ha, I'd not waste my time scrutinizing myself in front of the mirror. That's all that men chase after anyway. I have yet to meet a boy in Hogwarts who has fallen for wits and brains. It's all about physical aspects. I won't even bring up mine. Ever since 3rd grade, I decided to place a charm on the mirror I used, so that I don't have to hear any comment it would spit at me.

But then again, there's always Pansy.

That girl took it upon herself to remind me that I was just some ugly mudblood. Whatever. I've tossed out all her insults and found myself returning them, this time, focusing on her "ability" to fail Transfiguration. I don't know why she even bothers with Hogwarts. It seems that her only purpose was to cling to Draco and care for him like some sick girlfriend.

I shook Pansy off my brain and checked my list. I only had to re-check some problems Professor Vector gave us. I headed for the Arithmancy section, which was down the aisle. Just when I found the right corner, I reached up and grabbed the book. But unfortunately, someone had his fingers on it too.

Oh, great. Speaking of Malfoy...

(Draco's POV)

"Oh no, not YOU again." Her mouth twitched, in great dislike.

Oh damnit. The last thing I need when I'm under pressure is a muggle-born know-it-all who didn't know any better than to stick her nose into other people's books. Pun, not intended, though. But seriously, what is Granger doing here? She's the last person I want to see at the moment.

"Yes, me." I replied shortly. "Now let go of the book mudblood, and go back to your muddy business."

"I don't think so." She said, gripping the book tighter. "I need this book for Arithmancy class later."

What the bloody hell?

"You don't need it Granger. Vector loves you too much to fail you." I muttered sarcastically. "I was here first. Don't you understand the rules? Early bird gets the worm. Thought you'd know that muggle quote, or are your brains starting to shut down?"

"Shut it, Malfoy." Hermione spat, her teeth gritted. "Professor Vector doesn't favor me, you know that."

Whatever. All I know is that I need that dumb book so that I can work on my assignment. "Fine. Go get another book, then. I got here first and clearly, my palm was lying on to of it even before your filthy ones could touch it."

She glared at me for one more second before looking for Madam Pince, the head librarian.

Success, I thought, flipping the book open and searching for the chapters I needed. I finally found them and was about to head back to my table when Hermione appeared right in front, nearly knocking me over.

"What is it now?" I asked, unable to contain my irritation. I checked my watch. 30 minutes was over and I still had 4 pages to do.

"There's only one copy left. Unfortunately, a group of Ravenclaws decided to do their own studying and took out the other 4 copies." She explained, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

"Well, that's not my problem anymore." I replied nonchalantly, pushing past her.

She grabbed my arm and forced me to look at her. "I need to finish my assignment, Malfoy." She whispered, with a sense of urgency in her amber eyes.

"So finish it."

"I need THAT book you're holding."

"Look Granger," I pushed her arm off me. "I need to do mine too, in case you haven't noticed. Now, I only have 30 minutes left to do the stupid homework that Vector gave us. I know you've finished yours and that you only want to check them, while I haven't even started. Quit trying to be some ruddy know-it-all because apparently, you are robbing me of precious time!"

"Well, I'm SO sorry if you lack organizational skills, Mr. Malfoy. It's not MY fault that I'm not paying attention during classes and that you hardly have any motive to work on anything. If I were you, I'd quit staring at the ceiling and look at the formulas written on the blackboard."

I felt my irritation slightly turn into anger. "Shut up. You have no right to tell me what to do."

"And you have no right to act like some arrogant brat."

"Oh, so I'm arrogant?" I asked incredulously. "I'm not a top-student who refuses to share an Arithmancy book with a Slytherin who needs it badly. If you ask me, it's pretty dumb of you since I know that YOU know that your answers are all correct. You just want to show off in front of everyone again, like you always go, Granger. You're just some teacher's pet, who hogs the glory of Gryffindor."

"I'm not teacher's pet, you vile Slytherin! At least I got to Hogwarts by myself, and they CHOSE me. I bet your dad had to dish out a number of galleons just to keep you here in spite of all the..." she continued, her voice growing shrill, at her apparent exasperation.

"Don't you dare bring my father into this, Granger." My voice turned cold. "I'm not living on my dad's wallet. I built my reputation on my own, keep that in mind. I'm not like others who tag-along with some famous celebrity..."

"Accio Arithmancy book!"

The heavy book I was holding flew from my hands and went zooming to hers. She turned her heel on me and began walking fast. My eyes narrowed. We're not finished yet, Granger. I brought out my own wand.

"Diffindo!"

Right on cue, the bag, which was slung on her right shoulder split and all of her quills, ink and parchment, fell to the floor. Books were there, scattered, with the pages soaking up the black and blue ink. I could see from where I was standing that her notebooks were incredibly neat – a horrid contrast to the wetness spreading. She dropped the book and proceeded to point her wand at my chest.

"Damn you, Malfoy! You really have nothing else to do, you pathetic low-life!" she yelled, sending sparks from her wand, heading towards me. 

"Whatever, you mudblood!" I raised my voice, blocking the gold sparks from grazing my neck. "It's your bloody fault that this happened. If you weren't so stubborn about the book then -- "

"Oh, so it's MY fault now?!" she retaliated, completely forgetting that we were in a library. "It's you and your big fat ego ruins everything." She flicked her wand and sent a few thick rolls of parchment zooming towards me. "Take that you conceited jerk."

"Why you -- "

"EXPELLIARMUS!" A voice bellowed.

My wand, along with hers, flew out of our hands and sent us both staggering backwards. I turned my head to the source of the voice and found Professors McGonagall and Snape glaring at us. McGonagall had her lips pressed together in a very thin line while Snape collected our two wands and held them tight in his grip. His eyes were darting from me to Hermione, apparently irked.

"Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger...follow me." McGonagall said, gesturing to the entrance of the library. "Don't bother picking up your things. You shall see to that later." She glanced at Hermione, who bent over to pick up her schoolwork and was hiding her face with her hair.

[2 hours later]

"That went pretty well." I said to the silence that greeted us in the empty library.

Her brown eyes flashed at me angrily. "Don't. Say. A. Word."

I shrugged her off and hurried over to pick up my things. "Touchy, aren't you?"

"You already got us into enough trouble, Malfoy. Stop asking for more." She replied with an unusually calm voice as she gathered her books. "Reparo." She muttered, magically fixing the torn and wet pages. "Not to mention, we've lost a significant number of points too. God knows what people will think of me now..."

"Scared of soiling your perfect reputation, Granger? Well that's too bad. Believe me, if it wasn't for some crazy girl who decided to bring out her wand to attack me then..."

"What do you mean by crazy, Malfoy? You aimed at my bag and tore it open with that Diffindo spell. For your information, Accio is widely accepted as a standard spell – you don't need permission to use it. However, Diffindo is classified under the offensive spells. So if anyone did attacking here, it would certainly be you."

"That was only to stop you from walking away with the book, you selfish mudblood."

She stopped fixing her things and gave me one icy stare, which caught me by surprise. "I'm a witch, Draco Malfoy, and if I may say so, a damn better one than you. That's the last time I'll say that. If you call me a mudblood one more time, I swear, I'll hex you to death."

Oh, really?

"You can't do that Granger." I donned my smirk, approaching her.

"Why not?" She countered stoutly.

"Because..." I walked closer until my face was a mere few inches away. "you have no idea what's in store for you and Potter if any of you ever lay a hand on me. You really don't think I forgot about the compound hexing you all did last year, did you? Why do you think you were never invited to become a prefect this year, Granger? Think now...it isn't so hard to figure out, right?"

Her defensive look went down just like that and it was replaced with something I couldn't comprehend.

"You..." she breathed out loud, "you told the professors."

My smirk grew bigger into a grin. "Right. One point to Gryffindor."

Her eyes widened in confusion then narrowed just as quick when she finally realized what I had been saying all along.

"You're a prefect."

"Took you long enough. That would explain why I have the right to patrol corridors at night, why I can give or deduct points from your house and why," I took out my badge and leaned closer, "I can make your petty lives so stinking miserable if I wanted to."

The next thing I knew was a stinging pain on my left cheek. I bit my lip to keep myself from wincing in pain and that's when I saw her eyes filled with fury and anger...and smarting with tears.

"You...you..." she panted, heavily. "You will never amount to anything worthwhile. All you want is power and glory and the ability to make people unhappy. You don't care...you never cared. You're not human at all and I regret ever wasting my breath over you!" She yelled, picking up her bag and books in a swift motion and rushing out of the library.

I could feel people staring at me, wildly. Madam Pince, especially, only that her stare was combined with an extremely cold one. I swear, I've never felt so self-conscious in my whole life...when I picked up my own things and walked out. I heard others whisper and felt them point behind my back. Apparently, the mudblood and I 'conveniently' forgot that there were other human beings in the library.

If I was supposed to be filled with glee and triumph at Granger's outburst, I felt nothing but the opposite.

A/N: Whew, 2nd chapter done. Took me a tad longer to finish this one. See, I had to re-read numerous times, and somehow, writing in the 1st person POV seems harder than I thought. I might consider shifting to the 3rd person POV, just to make things a bit easier, but we'll see... I hope this one went okay. Review me? I'd appreciate it.

Next chapter, Harry and Ron take revenge on a rather 'guilty' Malfoy. ;)