As Draco walked through the corridor after dinner he was knocked to the side by a tiny red haired figure.

"You might want to be more careful, Malfoy," she said in a bored vioce.

Draco snarled and continued walking, how could that red haired little witch always get the better of him?

Everytime we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I stop to think about it

"Why do you let her get away with it, Draco?" asked Pansy when they got back into the comman room.

Pansy and Draco had broken up two summers ago when they relized they were better off just friends. And they were better off just friends, they were the best of friends.

"Because he likes her!" Blaise Zimbini laughed teasing.

"Go back to snogging Lovegood, Zimbini!" Draco said before stomping off to his dorm.

"It's someone's time of the month," Blaise snickered.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

Draco thought about what Blaise said all night, did he like Ginny? No, of course not. She was a WEASLEY. He was a Malfoy, who ever heard of a Weasley and a Malfoy? No one did, you know why? Because Weasels don't mix withe the pure Malfoys. Never. Ever. In a million years.

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it

"Hey, Weasley! You should get back over here, give Malfoy a kiss," Blaise teased the next day while him, Luna, Draco and the rest of the gang went down the corridor.

"What? No...." Draco sputtered.

"And why would I do that?" She asked.

"Exactly, why would- HEY! I think a better question would be why WOULDN'T you?" Draco asked.

When she opened her mouth to respond he cut her off, "Save it, Weasley. I wouldn't want to kiss YOU anyways, I hate everything about you."

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

"Why did you say you don't want to kiss her?" Pansy asked later on.

"Because I don't want to," Draco snapped.

"Yes you do!" she insisted.

"Says who?"

"Draco, you like her. You want to kiss her. It's obvious!"

"I hate everything about her," he told her.

"So why do you love her?"

There was no answer.

Only when I stop to think about you
I know
Only when you stop to think about me
Do you know

"Weasley, get over here. NOW." Draco yelled after her.

"I'm not kissing you, Malfoy," she drawled.

"Who says I wanted you to?" He replied.

"What do you want?" She asked when she got up to where he was.

"I hate everything about you," he started.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me

"We've established that, Malfoy." she informed him.

His answer was to learn forward and kiss her.

I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me

He couldn't believe it. She couldn't belive it. But it was happening. They were kissing.

And, oh, they didn't want to stop.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you

He pulled back, "I hate everything about you," he repeted.

"Wha-" she asked, her brown eyes wide.

"So, why do I love you?" and he resumed kissing her.