Well, maybe my plan wasn't that perfect. I spent half the night wondering if she'd figure out it was me. What if she knew some spell to reveal the true scribe of the note or even worse compared it to a paper with my own handwriting. How the hell did I let this happen? God dammit, Draco. You might as well kill yourself now because if not, the rest of the Syltherin will. I feel stupid enough to join the Hufflepuffs. Which actually--

My god, I've defiantly cracked. First thinking about that Mud... girl, then writing her that bloody letter, now wanting to join the lamest house in the school. I blame all of this entirely on Blaise and that repulsive bull dog of a girl. They had to drag me in their ridiculous plan which, mind you, didn't work. Why? Because of my overwhelming stream of emotions for a girl I thought I hated for 5 years. On top of that, my mind and conscience have been eating at me, I've been up for 30 straight hours, I cannot think about anything else and I'm becoming traitor to the Malfoy name and my own house.

I need to sit down. Take a breathe and make a sleeping drought. That's all I can do until it's time to go to the prefects meeting and she's going to be there. Granger, looking so hot, knowing she wants me. I can't blame her, I don't know who'd resist this...I will now engage in what little sleep is available.

"Yo-eh-I must remind all of you the ob-ab-obligation you accepted last year. The rules have not-er-been-well, changed so there's no need to-" Blah blah blah! Flitwick get less articulate every year. I mean, seriously how old is this midget? Someone needs to escort him to that nice retirement community right outside Hogsmeade.

"Presen-eh-Now, may I present Miss Granger." And, right, there she is. I have to act normal, you know, that cruel-egotisic-witty-merciless-perfect person I am. I just can't get too personal. She's already got my conscience guilty.

"Good morning, all of you. I won't keep you long since we have classes to get to. I'd just like to discuss scheduling of future meetings and activities. Until the Qudditch season begins, all meetings will be weekly on Thursdays after last classes. The Heads, Cho and Bradley, will be discussing activities such as tutoring sessions including NEWT and OWL preparatory courses. Further information will be disclosed there. Until then are there any questions?" Oh, good. Here's where I come in. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Are you done boring us to death? I have a NEWT potions class on the other side of the castle, and your silly blubbering is getting quite annoying." Yeah, that's acting normal. Good job, Draco. She'll never figure out you wrote her the note. Maybe if you keep this up you'll lose interest.

"Fine." She seems to be glaring at me. I'm going to wink at her. Is that a faint smile? Wow, even that's gorgeous. "Mr. Malfoy has made a good point. Classes will be starting soon so you are dismissed. As your secretary for this year, thank you for coming and we'll see you tomorrow!"

Bloody hell, only 4 minutes to get to class. Snape will be most understanding, of course. I wouldn't dare try to get him angry at me though, even the tiniest bit. I've held up well over the past years but since I've been lacking sleep I've been dozing off a bit in class. He really hasn't noticed though. However, since this is NEWT level now he might be a tad more strict.

"Why are you complaining so much when you're not even moving, Malfoy?" Oh my god, it's Herm, uh, Granger. I can't believe I screwed up again.

"Your senseless droning made me drowsy. You always go on and on about items of little importance."

"Listen up. No one made take position as prefect which is more than likely something that, in reality, you didn't get on your own. I know how your father used to buy his way into power and I have no doubt as his son, you did the same. But your daddy isn't around anymore to buy you titles. So if you don't want to be here, than go. We don't need dead weights like you." Why is she so attractive when she's angry?

"First of all, I never paid anyone to be a prefect. I got this position based on my high marks and outstanding abilities. You have no right judge me, Granger. You think you're so goody and perfect. I'd thought you of all people would realize how ignorant it is to judge others. It happens that I took this position to make my father actually acknowledge my achievements for once. To show him that I am more than just his heir and blonde hair. To make him focus on something other than me not being first ranked or Qudditch champion. But you wouldn't know that, would you, Granger?" Oh, I got her. I couldn't help but get worked up though. She outrightly insulted me multiple times. I'm not at all going to let that slide.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry, Malfoy. I never took the time to wonder how a Death Eater for a father would be like. It must've been awf-"

"I don't need your sympathy! Just forget it. I'm going to class." I said too much. Why the hell did I say too much? I'm supposed to be cruel and merciless and now she knows one of my weaknesses! No one is ever supposed to know about my weaknesses. Especially those I constantly think about. Goddamn hindsight!

"Wait, Malfoy," why did she sound desperate?

"What is it?"

"I never properly thanked you for your apology last week. It took me by surprise, and I appreciate it."

"What can I say? What I said on the train, I really took it too far. I never let anyone insult me go back unscathed. But what I did that day crossed the line."

"I did too, and I'd like to regurgitate that apology."

"Consider it accepted, Hermione."

Oh shit.