My Angel

Disclaimer: Don't own anything and yadda yadda.

Rating: PG-13 for swearing.

Warnings: I don't really need to tell you it's slash do I?

A/N: I got this review that was saying that I should explain things better, so I'm re-writing this story. Slaps herself mentally for being too lazy

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Chunky Chihuahua: I know, you are right....I was just in a sappy mood. Drinking 2 glasses of Port Wine (My mom will kill me if she finds I opened her bottle of Port Wine) usually makes me sappy and makes me wanting everybody to wub eachother...:P Can't help it. I hope this explains it all better, really really hope. I think I'm going to do this from everyone's POV. Now, I shall give you an icecream for calling me back to Earth.... (::)---- Chocolate or Vanilla?

dmweasley: Well, it's not going to be that short now, I suppose. ICECREAM! (::)----

On with the fanfic!

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Draco's POV.

It's hard.

It's hard having to eat next to Crabbe and Goyle. Every. Single. Day. Three times per day. Three. It's stressing.

It's hard to have Pansy babbling about Potter's owl, Potter's eyes, Potter's hair, Potter's lips, Potter's friends, Potter's way of eating, Potter's way of walking, Potter's way of doing every single thing.

Her secret obsession that she has for him with Millicent Bulstrode. That stupid obsession that made me start to observe Harry with them, to stare at him more often, to look at him in different eyes. To have a tiny crush on him. Thank you Merlin for giving me my irresistable mask to disguise it all.

I bet most people think that it's impossible for Pansy to have stupid fantasies about Potter. Have you ever notice on his smile? It's charming. His white teeth. His way of looking at everybody like hes reading their souls like it was a book. Hes perfect. Of course I'm more perfect but, still, hes perfect too.

It doesn't make any sense. And it's not meant to have any.

I told Pansy about my stupid crush two weeks ago. She says we are perfect for eachother. I bet she just wants to see us snogging. What girl doesn't like to watch two perfect boys kissing? I hope she doesn't tell the whole school about this.

That stupid crush is ruining me. I think that Potter's friend, Granger noticed that I'm looking at him too much. There's that look shes throwing at me for the third time.

"What?" I said. She is staring at me.

"Hello? I have to go to Herbology, in case you don't know. So let me pass please."

Shit. I said please. I didn't call her a mudblood. What is wrong with me?

Potter is looking at me like he never saw me in his life. Shit.

He's saying something. I can't concentrate. I just stare at his lips, wishing that I could ravish those. Pansy is next to me, and I bet she could die of laughter right now. I step on her. Eat that bitch. I know she hates to be stepped, specially if shes using new shoes.

"Ow! Draco, what was that for? These are new shoes, new!"

"That's why I stepped on you. Capiche?" I glared at her. She had an eye twich.

"Draco dear, are you ok?"

Harry was chuckling, probably because Pansy looked like my mother. Ack, get away from me, woman.

"We, hum....need to go to Herbology. Now." I said, nervously. Weasley joined us. He was probably eating the Gryffindor Table or what.

"What is going on, Harry? Did the ferret call you anything? Did he?" He asked. Oh god. He just sprayed Harry with satelites. Ew. Wait a minute. Did he call me a ferret?

Hermione started to answer before I even had a chance to open my mouth to insult him.

"Nothing, Ron, It's nothing. Why don't we get going to Transfiguration, huh? We don't want to be late, right?" She answered, grabbing Harry's and Weasley's arm and pulling them. Damn that stupid girl for being able to touch Potter anytime she feels like it.

Pansy had an idea. She started to bounce around, saying that her plan was bloody perfect.

"Draco! I have a plan!" She shouted. In the middle of the hall. Oh please, control yourself girl.

"You need to shout louder, if you want everybody to listen." I spat. "And what is that plan all about anyway?"

She hugged me. "We get Granger's help to make Harry fall for you."

I blinked several times. The girl has gone nutters.

"How?" I asked. Not a crime to be curious now, is it?

"We make her play with Potter and Weasley the game of Truth and Dare. And when Harry says dare, wich he must, she asks him to kiss you infront of the whole school!" She said, too quickly. Catch your breath, that's it, in and out.

"Potter isn't falling for me just because of a kiss." I said. She needs new brains. Really.

"Oh no, before that, you must start to avoid him a bit, make him wonder, you know. And then, stare at him a bit in the meals, and blush if he notices your staring and stuff... And you must look happy with us, so that will make him want to know you better, and that. But if you actually bump into him, you must shoot him one of your glares, or smirks. Wich will make him die of curiosity of why are you acting so....weird." She smiled. Probably proud of her little plan.

"That sounds stupid." I said. It didn't really sound that stupid, I just wanted to annoy her because she had an idea before me. And I'm smarter. Hmmph.

She got a bit hurt. Eat that.

"But you're doing it, no matter what. Even if it takes us a month. Or more. Now, we must talk to Granger after dinner, and convice her to help us. Okay?" She said.

"Fine.......Shit. We are ten minutes late for Herbology. Damn you and your trap, Parkinson." She smiled and giggled. She knew I didn't really mean it.

And we went to Herbology.

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It's better, isn't it? I decided to not make a one-shot fanfic after all. Review, please!

-Ana