These characters aren't mine, sadly, and I make no profit from (insert story the particular fic of mine you are reading is based on here). I cry out to the stars, "If only, if only."

By the by, watch out, a few of the characters may be ooc. (out of character for those of you who don't know what that stands for.)

Chapter 2: Classes

The girl was definitely Deena. Draco had no doubts about that. It was pure luck that Deena had run into him almost immediately. After she had grabbed some books from her locker, they went to homeroom.

"Hey Deena," a girl with chin-length dirty blonde hair said.

"Hey Sue," Deena replied, sitting next to the girl. Draco took a seat next to Deena.

"Who's that?" Sue asked.

"I'm Derek," Draco introduced himself.

"Let me see your schedule," Deena said, taking it from him. "You've got Chorus first. So do I." She studied it more intensely, her blue eyes full of concentration. "You have every class with me. And we share a locker. That's weird."

-

"You like him," Sue accused Deena in Chorus. Derek was sitting across the room with the tenors and Deena couldn't stop looking at him.

"Shut up, Sue," Deena hissed, looking away from Derek and smiling. She turned her eyes to the floor and covered her grin with her hands.

The bell rang to go to the next class. Throwing her books on her seat, Deena stood and put on her jacket. Picking up her purse, she turned back to her chair. Her books weren't there. Deena whirled around to look for them and found her face less than an inch from Derek. He was a head taller than her and she had to look up to see his face. He was holding her books and situating her backpack on his right shoulder.

"Oh. You don't have to carry my books," Deena told him. "I can carry them."

"No, you can't," he contradicted. "If you do, you'll probably snap in half."

"Why, you"- she started indignantly. "Give me those." Deena tried to take her books, but he was stronger. He wasn't even struggling to resist her. "Fine!" She turned on her heel and headed for the door.

Derek followed and grabbed her arm with his free hand. She turned to look at him. "Are you angry?" he asked, smirking.

"Duh," she responded condescendingly.

"Don't be mad," Derek said, pulling her closer.

Deena felt her heartbeat pick up. Her legs were turning to jelly and she couldn't have pulled away if she wanted to. Her breath came in gasps and her whole body went numb. "We're going to be late for English," she whispered. Why did I say that?

He let go of her, and Deena practically ran to English class. She took her seat in the back next to her friend Elizabeth. Derek put her books on her desk, and then asked the teacher for a seat. He was sat in front, next to a girl named Megan. Sue, who was also in this class, came back to talk to Deena and Elizabeth.

"Already got him carrying your books," Sue said, knowing it would bother Deena.

-

Draco found pleasure in annoying Deena. But he really enjoyed the confusion he had inflicted upon her. He'd been holding her wrist when he pulled her close, and he knew her pulse had quickened, not to mention the fact that she started breathing heavily.

Draco wasn't paying attention to the teacher. He didn't care about these classes. When the bell rang, he went back and took Deena's books again. She led him to Keyboarding, with Sue and Elizabeth tagging behind. There weren't enough computers for him to have one, so he pulled a chair over behind Deena. He rested his chin on her shoulder, and he felt her body tense up.

"Look, Deena. He likes you too," Sue said.

"Sue! Shut your mouth," Deena hissed, turning red and shrugging her shoulder to move his chin.

"Derek, honey, I need to talk to you," Mrs. Long, the Keyboarding teacher, said. Reluctantly, he got up and went over to see what she wanted. As he walked away, he heard Deena let out a sigh of relief and start whispering to her friends. He couldn't help but smile; she was falling head over heels for him. Draco was making considerable progress.

"What seems to be the trouble?" he drawled lazily to Mrs. Long.

"Even if we had enough computers, you don't have an ID or password yet, so you can't get on today. So you can sit over here at the table and try to find something else to do, okay?"

"Is it alright if I stay where I'm at?" he asked politely.

"Well, Deena has a lot of work to do today," Mrs. Long said reluctantly. "I'm afraid you'd be a distraction.

"I won't bother her," he said sincerely.

"Yeah, right," Deena retorted loudly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know I was a distraction," he returned, walking over to Deena, taking her hand, and giving it a quick kiss.

-

Why did he have to kiss my hand? Deena silently cursed as she felt herself melting. Guys didn't normally affect her like this. Then again, guys had never shown an interest in her. They went after girls who wore expensive designer clothes, whereas Deena wore whatever she felt comfortable in.

Derek went and sat at the table and Sue and Elizabeth started in on Deena.

"So?" Sue said.

"So what?" Deena asked.

"So, what do you think of him?"

"How?"

"Rate him," Elizabeth told her.

"Well..." Deena said reluctantly. Suddenly, Noelle called Mrs. Long into the back room to help her with the computer. Derek snuck over to a computer and began trying to log on. "He's a...charming, handsome gentleman who, from the looks of it, is rich," Deena said, deciding not to mention the fact that he infuriated her.

"But?" Elizabeth asked, knowing Deena was holding back.

"He's really good at making me mad," Deena said softly. "And...he...confuses me." She lost her volume and faded to below a whisper at the end.

"Then do you like him?" Sue inquired.

"Yes, I think I do," Deena whispered. She looked at Derek. He pressed a button on his keyboard and the computer screens started to flicker and emit weird sounds. Mrs. Long ran in from the back room and yelled:

"TURN 'EM OFF! THEY'RE GONNA BLOW!"

-

After Keyboarding was Physical Education. Deena updated her friends Heather, Jamie, Ashley, Karen, and Leah on her situation. Derek, who'd been unable to dress in a school gym uniform, sat off to the side and Deena pointed him out to her friends.

Lost in thought during a game of kickball, while running to second base, Deena never noticed the ball flying at her head. When it hit her, she fell. The last thing she wanted to do was fall in front of Derek and make an idiot of herself, so she tried to catch herself on an awkward angle.

A searing pain lit Deena's arm on fire. Her eyes clenched shut and she hit the floor. She heard a strange, snake-like voice while lost in darkness.

"You'll be fine, Deena. Open your eyes," it hissed.

"Open your eyes," she heard another voice say. "Come on. Deena."

Slowly, Deena opened her eyes. When they focused, she saw Derek's face inches from hers. She blinked as the class gathered around her and it came to her attention that her arm felt fine. The gym teacher pushed through the students. Derek had his arms wrapped around her. Realizing how incriminating her situation looked, she pulled away from Derek. (Her friends would claim she let herself get hit just so Derek would hold her.) The teacher, Mr. Sarlet, got down beside her.

"Are you alright?" Mr. Sarlet asked.

"I'm fine," Deena replied.

"Is your arm okay?"

"I think so."

"Let me have a look." Mr. Sarlet checked her arm to make sure it wasn't broken. When he was satisfied with her arm and her claims to being alright, the game resumed.

-

"We don't have any open seats," Mr. Herbert, the History teacher, told Draco. "I don't know where you're going to sit."

"No problem. I've got a place in mind," Draco answered. Deena had left her books by her seat, and was talking to another friend, Ann. (Does she have enough friends?) Her seat was empty and Draco took it. When the bell rang for class to begin, Deena came back to her seat and he met her with a smirk.

Draco had sat in a manner that left Deena with two options. One, she would sit on the edge of the seat and be uncomfortable, or two, lean back against him to be comfortable. There was one catch. Either way, she had to sit between his legs. Deena chose to sit on the edge of the seat.

"Deena, is that going to be a problem?" Mr. Herbert asked. All the students turned to stare at them.

"No, Mr. Herbert. It won't be a problem at all," Deena answered quietly.

As the minutes in class ticked away, Draco waited for her to lean back. He knew the discomfort of her position would eventually force her to give in. When she finally gave in, he rested his chin on the top of her head, and rested his hands on her legs. She quickly moved his hands and he quickly replaced them. Deena moved his hands again, but this time she held onto them to prevent him from replacing them on her legs. He could've if he wanted to, but she'd put up a resistance and he'd probably have to break her arms to do so. If he did, then there'd been no point in him risking his cover by using his wand to heal her arm in gym. Near the end of the class, the students had some free time to talk.

"Where do you live?" he asked Deena.

"Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"I'm just asking."

"I live in Delta," she answered evasively.

"Give me an address," he ordered.

"Where do you live?"

"I've never heard of an address like that," he quipped before answering. "In the Trails, with the Thompsons."

"Oh, I know the Thompsons. I'm good friends with them," Deena replied.

"Do they know where you live?"

"Yeah, of course. Oh frick," she mumbled.

"Mr. Thompson's giving me a ride to school tomorrow. We'll give you a ride," he said.

At the end of the day, when he got on his bus, he looked for a seat. "Hey Derek!" Sue yelled. "Come sit with me." Draco couldn't stand the girl, but he sat with her anyway. "So, uh, Derek...what do you think of Deena?"

"Why do you ask?" he responded.

"No reason," Sue said. "Seriously, though."

"She's..." (He paused, searching for a good phrase.) "...a cute girl with a sexy ass."

"Really? You think so?"

"Yeah."

"That's good," Sue said.

"What does she think of me?" Draco asked.

"She said, and I quote, 'He's a charming, handsome gentleman who, from the looks of it, is rich.' She also said you're good at making her mad," Sue said. "Oh, crud. She's going to kill me for telling you that."

"Why do you have to tell her?"

"I can't keep a secret. Didn't I just prove that?"