My 100th reviewer is Alenor! -hands Alenor a cookie- She gets a sneak preview at the last chapter after I post the next one! There are only going to be two more chapters after this one! My beautiful story is coming to an end! -sniff- Anyway this chapter is, again, really short. I personally think this is one of my absoluteWORST chapters; I'm not too good at writing Draco's POV. Don't worry more is coming soon!

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Chapter 10- Black Ice

He couldn't believe himself. He had fallen for someone he had hated. He had fallen for a Gryffindor. He had fallen for a member of the Dream Team. He had fallen for a Mudblood.

Draco stared at his reflection. He saw a cool, calm, collected person. He saw a Malfoy. Malfoys cannot show feelings, especially not love. Malfoys were perfect. He was nothing but flawed perfection.

The worst part was that he had been rejected. She had told him to leave her alone. She had opened his eyes. I never should have liked her in the first place. What is wrong with me? She suddenly turns up all pretty, and I start to love her.

Draco slammed his fist into the wall out of pure fury. He loved her. Every time he closed his eyes, she was there. He couldn't stand to look at her and see his almost fatal mistake. He had loved someone with his whole being; he had let someone melt his heart of black ice.

Draco tried to rebuild those walls around himself, but failed every time he saw her face. He still loved her.

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Everyday, before he went out to face the world, Draco put on his façade, his mask of emotionlessness. He snapped at anyone who spoke to him, came near him, or even looked at him. He withdrew into himself and rarely spoke unless he was needed to. Around Hermione, he couldn't think and needed to make a quick escape.

After one week of living this life, he grew tired, annoyed, and agitated. I am not going to let a Mudblood ruin my life. I am going to be the Prince of Slytherin again, the Slytherin Sex God, the Player, etc, etc. My heart is again made of black ice. No one can melt it this time.