I woke up late that next day my head killing me. I was more than glad that it was Saturday. I drank down some of the special hangover potion I had ready for times like this, and then dressed for practice. Crabbe and Goyle barely looked at me while on the field. But dutifully waited for me while everyone else went to shower, like I'd told them to.

"What are we going to do?" Crabbe asked

"You're going to get the bludgers and we're going to practice" I told them

"Right now? But it's like two in the afternoon"

"Which is why we're going to wait until tonight!" I snapped

"Oh" they both said

I could see they were both still very skeptical about my plan's, but I didn't care. I was dead set on them and if they wouldn't do it, I'd get someone else to do it for me.

"Boy's, showers' now" Madame Hooch ordered

"Tonight at ten" I hissed walking ahead of them. I showered quickly, thoughts of the night before making me ashamed of my body. Something that I'd never struggled with before. Afterwards I sat in the stand's afraid to go into the castle, I knew as soon as I did, I'd see him and have to deal with what happened. I didn't want to deal with it, a Malfoy trait. We tended to run away from our problems . . . or pay to have someone take them away. I watched as the Gryffindor's practiced, they were getting better each day . . . Potter was getting better each day. I saw as he showed off diving after the snitch backwards. For a few second's he lost control of his broom, I watched with beaded breath to see if he would actually slam into ground. But to no avail, he regained control and arose with the snitch in hand, wearing a half-triumphant half-scared shitless smile. I scowled but then smiled, in only a few days' he would be wearing nothing but a cheap tuxedo, especially if things went my way . . . and I knew they would.

"Brilliant!" I heard Weasley shout as they slapped fives.

I swore Weasley only knew two words 'Brilliant' and 'Wicked'.

"Betcha wanted him to fall didn't you Malfoy?" he asked

I looked up, was Weasley addressing me? Insulting me at that.

"Fuck off Weasley!" I shouted

"Nice comeback!" he laughed "Hey, you know Peeves is telling some pretty wicked stories about you and Professor Snape. I knew you were his favorite student but Merlin Malfoy, you'll do anything for a grade huh?"

I turned beet red then, and I tried to say something. An insult about his family, his old clothes, his red hair for Merlin's sake something! But it was as if my tongue swelled ten sizes, and I couldn't say another word. I saw on Potters face an expression of . . . was it concern? I didn't know, I didn't care, I had to get out of there. So I did what we Malfoys were famous for, I ran. I ran out of the stands , off of the field and all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. Peeve's that little bastard, what if he'd seen? What had he told? I had a million questions in my head, and I couldn't process them. I felt something hot on my face sliding slowly down my cheek's . . .tears. The hurt of the night before was there once again, everything replayed over and over again. His hands, putrid breath, my head being snapped forward and back again. I didn't even realize how loud I was sobbing, until I heard the all to familiar drawl of Hagrid.

"Draco? Is that you?" he asked coming over

I quickly wiped my eye's but I knew my face was still red and so were my eye's. I kept my head down and got up from the grass.

"I thought I heard crying over here" he said "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I'm fine" I said trying to get away from him as quickly as possible

He took my shoulder and pulled me back "Well you don't look fine, how about you come over to my place. I have some tea boiling and I'm pretty sure I have some treacle fudge leftover"

I'd heard from other students how bad Hagrid's cooking was, and didn't care to sample it. I just wanted to get away, and seeing as he wasn't letting me go I did the only thing I knew would worked to get people away from me.

"Me go over to that thing?! My dog doesn't even live in something of that size. I can't believe you live there. Disgusting, and don't you ever touch or approach me again you brainless oaf!"

I pulled away quickly and practically ran off. I still didn't want to enter the castle, so I took a walk by the lake in an attempt to try and sort out some of these question's. I wasn't even close to doing so when I was tapped on the shoulder

"Hey Drake"

I turned to see Millicent "Millicent . . . hey" I sighed

"You um . . . didn't meet me last night" she said "Why?"

I'd totally forgotten I was supposed to tell her I couldn't meet up with her. The expression on her face spoke volumes, I could see she was really hurt.

"Um yeah s, sorry"

"You haven't been around the castle all day either . . . you avoiding me?" she asked

"No" I said

I couldn't think of what to say next, I was just felt so conflicted.

"I'm just . . . having a bad day is all baby"

She slid her arm around my waist and kissed my neck "I can see that" she whispered "You look like you've been crying, what's up?"

I desperately wanted, needed to tell her. But I couldn't, no one could know about this. I just turned to her and placed my head on her warm shoulder, trying to hold back the tears I felt welling up. She caressed the back of my head with her soft hand.

"What's wrong Draco? Tell me what's the matter" she cooed in my ear

I was just about to when I heard the cold, stiff voice I'd been trying to avoid all day say. . .

"That's enough Mr. Malfoy, Miss Bullstrode. You both know that sort of thing isn't tolerated on school ground's"

I went rigid in Millicent's arm's, I could feel his eye's burning holes im my back. My heart began beating faster and I started to sweat, I needed to run, to get away . . . So I did. I pulled out of her arms and half-walked, half-ran back toward the Quidditch field. Which I was happy to find completely empty. I got my Firebolt out of the broom closet and kicked off. The wind felt good against my face, this was the one place I could be free, and not worry. I surveyed the grounds, trying to fine tune my plan's to get Potter out of my life, forever. It worked on reinstating the confidence I'd lost and helped me forget about that night. As I floated around aimlessly I was surprised when I was met by Crabbe and Goyle, it was ten o clock already. And I wasted no time starting our 'practices'. They caught on quick, I knew they would. After I'd explained the fool proof alibi's they would use to make it look like an accident, they became as excited as I was. I felt my plan's falling nicely into place . . . not that I doubted it. It was nearly dawn when we were done, but they had it down and all we had to do now was keep our noses clean until Thursday.