A/n:

Navy Converse- hehe, thanks. The thing on the first part was the real lyric, but Herm's poem was mine. Yeah, it's shit. Thanks for reviewin.


moonlightgirl*ChoChang- nice to meet you. Nice name!

Chickadee77 & LynxKitty- I enjoy watchin you all suffer J

crystal369- I dunno why I put them in the "heads" common room..I know a lot of fics have it that way so yeah, but don't worry I won't like... make them have sex there, I'm not that fast. Haha.

Thanks to everyone else!!!!!

Draco looked around carefully and walked away slowly from the sight of Ron and Harry. He hid behind a bookshelf and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was reading right.

I wouldn't want to dedicate a poem to any maggots like you in the first place. And as for who I am, I'm someone who has feelings too. Well unless you're not human, I don't know how you got in contact with this.

His one brow raised up and scanned through the paper. How did that happen? Who was it who replied?

Unreal!, Draco thought, goosebumps forming under his skin. He looked at the piece of writing again and looked around the library. Could this be? Was this like Tom Riddle's diary?

Draco paused again. It didn't look anything close to Tom Riddle's diary. The material looked new. Weird.

"Over there." He heard Ron say. He closed up the book quickly and hid it beside some book in the bookshelf. Turning around he found Granger looking at him blankly.

"What do you want?" He said.

Hermione crossed her arms. "Yeah, so Dumbledore wants us at his office for another meeting. After your detention, which ends in about 20 minutes, meet me at Dumbledore's I'll be right up after I head to the common room. Get it? Good Malfoy give yourself a knut. Good bye." She turned her heel and left.

"Hold on a minute." Draco crossed his arms and leaned on the bookshelf, "Why can't I just meet you at the common room? I mean, I'm not leading you on as you're probably thinking," he sniggered at his own joke, "But doesn't Dumbledore usually meet us at the common room?"

Hermione turned, "Well first of all, it's the first meeting with prefects. Second of all, I don't want you to lead me on because that's utterly disgusting. Third of all, I wouldn't want to be seen meeting you anywhere in the first place." She turned her heel once more and said, "Don't be late."

"Right." Draco said dully and turned back to the bookshelf as she left. He looked through them, not remembering where he had put the large brown book. Finally after two minutes of looking through, he found it beside the tiny dragon book, opened it up and kept wondering...

Nothing has ever gotten Draco this caught off guard and all worked up. What the hell? He thought. Should he reply back to...whoever the hell it was? Whatever it was?

Draco looked for a quill in his robe . Was this that big of a deal? No, not really. He just happens to be a curious guy. Very curious...

Finally putting down the quill, he eyed his sloppy writing and casually placed the book inside his robe. He waited until Ron and Harry left the library until he took it out again and placed it in the corner of the same table. Before leaving, he eyed it one more time and quickly opening it up again...then closing it back again...then opening it back again...then closing it back again wondering if it had already replied.

It wouldn't hurt if i was late for only a little while...one minute wouldn't be too bad...

He sat in front of the book, and looked around the library. What was he thinking about? Does he realise where he is? The library! Anyways, Draco waited for a while just staring at the book. After almost five minutes, Draco checked the time and finally walked out of the library.

Weird...

..............

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said as Draco entered his room. Most of the prefects had already arrived. "Where's Miss Granger?"

"I dunno." Draco shrugged carelessly.

Dumbledore looked at him under his moon-spectacled glasses, "That's odd, I had just sent her out to look for you. A bit reluctant, but I thought she was with you."

"Sorry, I have no idea where she is, professor. I was just from detention." Draco pointed out the door, where in came Hermione at the same time.

"There you are, you-" Hermione said in a less surprised tone, "Shall we start professor?"

Dumbledore slightly nodded and the meeting began...

.............

Draco placed his hands deep in his pockets as he strolled along the hallways towards the Slytherin common room for a visit. His eyes caught the doors of the library and paused.

Should I...?

No.

OK well, it woudn't be bad.

Ok no, what if people will see...?

Ok well, it wouldn't be too bad.

Draco looked side to side and casually walked in, watching the ground as he went along. He looked around once more and as he turned, he came eye to eye with his one and only hated common room partner. "What... oh, Granger in the library again? Surprise surprise." he snickered sarcastically.

"What, oh Malfoy, what are you doing in the library again? Surprise Surprise!" She asked with a brow up. Quick thinking, Malfoy.

"I was just here to check up something, you got a problem with that weasel?"

Not answering back, she turned away and walked on. "I reckoned so too" he said under his breath. He stood in the same spot for a while, and then ran towards the book.

What was about this thing that made him so addicted to it?

I'm not addicted, he thought, I'm just ...entertained that's all.

Draco opened the book quickly. There it was. That writing... next to his reply.

Well I wouldn't want to have a poem dedicated to me that is as crappy as that. I'm surprised you even have feelings in the first place. Who are you? What are you?

Below were, five, simple, words of reply:

I'd like you see you try.

Draco raised a brow. Ouch, burnt.

...What now?