Disclaimer – I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times... I don't own any of Jo's characters! Kay!? But the plot is my own. And I shall beat you down with a flaming shovel if you dare to take it.

Notes: HEY!! -hugs you all lovingly-! If you're reading this, you're either new or really loyal! I love you! Anyway... I'm BAAAACK! Isn't that great!? I came to for no real reason, and then went, "Oh, yeah, I have a story here!" And I reread all of it. And you know what!? It's time I update it.. I don't know where it's going 'till I slop it down, so I can't tell you nothin' 'bout it except it's completely Draco.

Personal Notes: Yeah, I know the notes are really long! But I missed you guys! Anyway, on a more personal note, this "chapter" is dedicated to someone who reminds me so terribly of Draco sometimes and kind of "inspired" me since I'm in the same situation as Hermione. Yeah, you'll hear this name a lot I bet, but it's dedicated to a guy I knew/dated/was close friends with named Awston. So.. anyway.. that's my notes for now.. so.. READ ON!!!

Chapter Six – Denial

Time passed. Sometimes it was fast. Sometimes it was slow. Sometimes when Draco looked at the clock, he could have sworn it was bewitched to be frozen for a solid five minutes sometimes.

He had to get his mind cleansed of... her. She was like a virus – no antibiotic to take, he just had to wait it out.

A week or so passed. He didn't talk to her, he avoided eye contact, he tried not to think of her. She was a phase. A phase he was over.

At times his mind screamed, You love her! You know it! He was just melodramatic, though. Like? Maybe. Love? Never.

He couldn't love. It hurt too much. It didn't really result in anything he wanted. So why bother? He was better without it.

But - !

Silence!

He nodded inwardly. That's better.

When he did see her, he turned away as fast as he possibly muster. He could see the pain reflected in her eyes, but if anyone asked, he didn't even know that filthy little Mudblood was there.

"What's wrong with you?" Pansy simpered one day, not eating lunch because she was determined to lose weight.

Draco turned to her sharply. He snarled at her, "Nothing! Pansy, you don't need to worry about me! Not like we're dating or anything!"

Her eyes grew wide.

"We're.. we're not?" she cried softly, feeling heartbroken.

Draco felt no mercy. "No. We're not."

He left the lunch table and went to the Slytherin Dungeons to cool down and clear his head. He didn't need her or anyone. Not even.. her.

Notes: REALLY SHORT!! I'm sorry. My mom and brother are screaming their heads off and I can't concentrate. I'll write more soon, I hope. Please review, I've been out of the Harry Potter loop for a long time.. Time to channel my pain and anger towards something constructive, like cleaning!