A/N: Wow! Thanks for all the reviews!

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Hmm… I hope I didn't forget anyone. It was kind of hard to keep track of every person.

Disclaimer: My parents wouldn't let me buy Harry Potter.

CHAPTER 6

Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes as Pansy clung onto his arm. He picked up his pace, dragging her along.

"Drakie, you're going too fast," she whined. Draco smirked and started to jog down the corridors, causing Pansy to scream.

"Oh, shut up you idiot. If you hate it so much, just leave me alone," Draco ordered. Pansy immediately shut him mouth, causing Draco to scowl.

Hermione was walking along the corridors when somebody tapped her shoulder. "Hi, Hermione…" he mumbled softly.

"Hey, Harry. How ya doing?" she greeted him. Harry shrugged. He nervously pushed his glasses higher up onto the bridge of his nose.

"Not bad… Listen, Hermione. Ron and I, we're worried about you. Draco Malfoy must be like… abusing you, or something. I mean, you hardly eat. You're always late for your classes, and you're grades are starting to drop. I mean, yesterday, you got a 97 and you didn't even complain! What's wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked, concerned. Hermione glared at him.

"It's none of your business, Harry. Nothing's wrong. Why would you care? You spend half of your time day-dreaming about Cho," Hermione yelled. Harry blinked.

"Why do I care? I care because you're my best friend! I care because I…" His voice broke off there, and he choked on his words. Without even thinking, he swiftly wrapped and arm around her and kissed her.

Hermione was taken by surprise, but found herself kissing him back. Her hand pressed against his back, pulling him closer.

The two were so caught up that they didn't even notice Draco Malfoy stroll right around the corner. He caught a glimpse of them, though, and did a double-take. His jaw dropped open at the sight, and he silently crept away, confused.

I knew it. Granger's too good for me, huh? Why did I even bother. Hmph. Who knew, Potter and Granger?Probably fucking each other right now. Well, what do I care? At least somebody appreciates me. Parkinson. Draco bitterly stormed into his dorm, only to find it invaded.

"Potter!" he spat out. Harry and Hermione were involved in a major liplock on the couch. Harry was lying on top of Hermione, his hand underneath her shirt. Hermione's hand was playing with his hair.

The two froze the minute Draco walked in. Draco glared, his insides burning with jealousy, wishing that he was the one lying on top of Hermione, instead of Harry. Boy, they sure move fast. Potter's already got his hand under her shirt. Grr…

"Get out of my dorm, Potter. You're already dirtying the corridors. No need to leave slime and filth over my dorm," Draco drawled. Harry, still on top of Hermione scoffed.

"Shut up, Malfoy. The world doesn't revolve around you. Nor does it want to," he shot back, and returned to kissing Hermione. Growling, Draco reluctantly stormed into his room.

Sinking down onto his bed, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to rid of the jealousy and anger. "Oh fucking, fucking Granger. What the hell are you doing to me?" he muttered, kneading his forehead. "And Potter. Damn Potter… Everybody likes him because of that stupid scar on his head. Who the bloody hell cares?"

Draco ran his fingers through his hair and stripped down to his boxers. Exhaling loudly, he lay down, sleep overcoming him and his numb and sore body.

Draco didn't know how long he slept, but it seemed only a few seconds later that he was being violently shaken. Moaning, he rolled over and continued to sleep.

Hermione, sighing, shoved Draco to the edge of his bed. He woke up with a start, yelping. Rubbing his eyes, he grumbled, "What do you want?" After a moment's thought, he added, this time angrier, "And what are you doing in my room? Did you and Potter have fun?" Hermione burned red with this comment.

"Malfoy, if you just shut your mouth for once, maybe people would like you more," Hermione said angrily. The truth was, Hermione had stopped a disappointed Harry from going any further. They had spent the rest of the time talking, yet there was a slight strain and a small hint of coldness in Harry's voice.

Draco smirked. "So, why are you in my room instead of making out with old Potty boy?" he yawned, stretching. Hermione ignored the remark about Harry.

"I'm telling you because classes begin in ten minutes. Be glad I even bothered," she huffed. Draco rolled his eyes, and then it registered.

"Holy shit! Ten minutes! You tell me now!" he screeched, flinging off the covers. Hermione's eyes widened, and she blushed a deep crimson. Draco looked down and realized that he was dressed in only boxers. Hermione took one step back awkwardly… then another… and then she spun around on her heel and raced out of his room.

Draco slowly opened the door to class. He was met by the stony glares of the Gryffindor students, but the thumbs-ups of the Slytherins. Professor McGonagall was writing on the board, her back to him. He silently crept into his seat and carefully let out his breath, thinking that he hadn't been caught. He was wrong.

"Fifteen minutes late, Mr. Malfoy. That will be thirty points from Slytherin," McGonagall said, continuing writing. Draco sighed. How the hell does she always know? She didn't see me! Draco slumped in his seat and began scratching down the notes that McGonagall was writing on the board.

Every once in a while, Draco would glance up at Hermione. She kept her head bowed down, avoiding his eyes. Once, Draco caught Hermione staring at him, but the minute he looked up, her head shot back down.

Draco wanted to talk to her. Ten seconds before the bell rang, he pointed his wand at Hermione's bag and muttered, "Diffindo!"

Hermione's bag split open. Books, parchment, ink and quills littered the floor just as the bell rang. Hermione scrambled to pick them up as the rest of the kids hurried out of class. Harry and Ron stayed behind, causing Draco to curse under his breath.

Harry and Ron bent down to help Hermione, but she said, "No, it's okay. I've got it. You guys go. You have Divination. I have Muggle Studies, and I already know so much about them, it won't matter." Harry and Ron exchanged a glance.

"She's right. If you're late, Professor Trewlancy will be predicting your death for the next decade," Ron finally agreed. They left, much to Draco's relief.

He sauntered over to Hermione and knelt down, scooping up some of her stuff. "Dropped this," he grunted. Hermione reluctantly took it. "So… Granger, listen. I… We need to talk," he muttered, losing his courage.

"Okay…" Hermione agreed hesitantly. Draco picked up her bag and handed it to her. "Let's… talk." Draco's eyes nervously darted around the classroom.

"Umm… not here… It's not… private…" he whispered in a low voice. Hermione dropped her ink bottle and glared at him.

"Since when do we need to talk privately? It's not like there is anything private going on between us," she declared loudly. With that, she marched out of the room.

Draco sighed and raked his fingers through his hair.

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

A/N: So, what do you think? I'm really sorry that I was so slow on updating. I wanted to make this chapter long enough because my other one was kinda short. But I ran out of ideas so it took a while to write. I hoped you like it anyways.

That last song was "Boulevard of Broken Dreams", by Green Day. God, I love that song! I thought it kinda expressed how Draco feels.