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Draco's POV (point of view)

Man! I have no idea what Pansy's problem is. She full-on skitzed it at me. Apparently I should be hanging out or even talking to Hermione. She just has no idea how sweet and funny and well, happy Hermione is.

Pansy reckons that the Cheering Charm we did in Charms has like, wrecked my brain and she's considering tipping off Prof. Snape and saying she think si need psychiatric help. To tell you the truth, Pansy needs it.

I was looking for Hermione, and I can't bloody find her anywhere. I walk in to the Library after looking everywhere else for her.

Finally, that familiar, beautiful head of hair is sitting on top the neck which is attached to the wonderful Hermione Granger.

She looks deep in thought. I hope she's ok. I walk up behind her and put my hands over her eyes and said, "Guess who."

"Huh? Who is it?" she asked back, she's so cute. I thought to myself with a smile.

"Me." I answered,

"Hey," she said, it looked like she was forcing a smile. Damn, trust me ro have bad timing, "what are you doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for you…" I answered.

"Oh, how come?" She asked.

Well, here goes nothing.

"I just wanted to say that, well, it was really great of you to accept my friendship like that… and I, well… I just wanted you to know that I'm honoured." I said.

"Wow… I mean, that's really sweet." She answered back, was she blushing?

"And… I needed a desperate favour.' I added, smiling.

"I knew it!" She exclaimed, while laughing. "What's up?" She pulled out a chair for me and I sat down.

"Thanks. Well, you know about the poetry class that we have next lesson?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, I heard from Snape. We need to be in pairs. And, I-I was wondering… Did you want to be my partner?" I asked hoping against hope that she'd say yes.

"Sure… why not? I guess it'll be ok. But, I'm totally clueless when it comes to poetry." She answered, although she's probably the best there is.

"That's ok, you'll be fine," I replied and smiled.

"Well, I have to go. I'll see you in, like, twenty minutes." She said.

"Oh, sure… I'll see you then… and thanks again, Hermione."

With that, she walked off. I looked at her walking away. Well, at least she didn't reject me. Yay! But then again, it's not like I asked her out either. Damn! This is going to be so hard. How am I supposed to win over someone who doesn't even care?

When she got to the Library door she stopped and turned around.

She smiled and I smiled back, wanting to wave but didn't want to seem like a dork. I also wanted to grab her by the waist and kiss her but then she'd never speak to me again. I felt my cheeks go red. Oh no! I'm blushing. Crap! I was waiting for her to crack up laughing. When I opened my eyes she was gone.

She is so great! I mean, I've always had a crush on her… But then, why have I always been such a jerk? I asked myself and seriously tried thinking of the answer.

I guess it's the fact that she's always been Potter's best friend.

And well, it's no secret that my father (if I can actually call him that) and I have had a crap relationship. He's always been a manipulating, cruel, abusive dickhead.

I don't know what made him that way. I guess the reason is because of the way he was brought up. My grandfather, was exactly like my Dad. In fact, I heard he was worse. My Dad has scars all over his body and one night, when he was drunk off his face. He told me his story…

"Draco, your grandfather was a worthless git. He bashed my mother until she died one day. And then he was going to turn on me but then, something stayed his hand. In fact, it was Voldemort. Have you ever wondered why I always, ALWAYS worship Lord Voldemort's name? It was because he saved my life.

He told my father not to harm me because I was needed to serve His will.

Although, your beloved grandfather followed His orders, by that time I hated him beyond hate.

Don't turn out like me. Don't! Don't!

It was also Voldemort who found me your mother. While I was at Hogwarts, I was in love with a woman. She was so beautiful, no man could ever resist her. And one day, after so, so many times trying she accepted my offer to take her on a date. I guess there was something about me she liked because we stayed together for a very long time.

But then, one day, Dominic and I were going to torture a couple of Gryffindor first-years and we were about to take them into an empty classroom and what do I find but my beautiful Verniasa with that scum, James Potter!

Oh, how I hated him. I then focused my life on the Dark Arts, to serve our Master and to make sure all Gryffindors and God-forsaken Potters pay! And then pay some more!

Draco, I'm going to tell you the truth about something. I never really loved your mother that much. I mean, yes, she is a respectable woman… But the only reason why I married her was because Voldemort and my father agreed on it.

I will never be able to love a woman unless it is Verniasa.

So, now, your question has been answered that is why I hated James Potter so much, because he stole the only love of my life… and tainted her so that I couldn't touvh her without thinking of her infidelity and because it was HIS son who stole my Master's life away… That Harry Potter," he spat on the floor, "I will make his life a living hell… and you, you my boy, must help me… But I must toughen you up first!"

I drew out of my reminiscing with a jerk, the beating that I had gotten after that tale was the worst I had ever had. I guess there was always a reason behind my Father's actions but that doesn't mean I have to forgive him. I was NOT going to let him run and ruin my life. I would not let him, his stupid rules and his idiotic hatred ruin my chances for true happiness.

The bell rang…

Time to see Hermione, and with that I smiled such a wide smile I thought my cheeks would split.