A/N: I'm bored out of my mind and some guy keeps signing on and offline a bizzlion times and I think I'm going to tear of his head if he doesn't stop. :sigh: Yeah I'm having a bad day…my brother just got out of rehab and I'm taking it the hardest. I love him, but he's so stupid! Anyway, I hope you can guess who sings the songs I use in each Chapter; they're easy enough. I'll give you a cookie if you get it right…

Sweet Torture and Beautiful Misery

By:

VictorianWiccan

The morning came quicker than Abby had expected. She yawned, rose from her bed and headed for the bathroom. Turning the knob, she opened it, noticing that she was looking straight at the back of Draco Malfoy.

They had both kept thinking about their first meeting together; they way they melted over each other's appearance. But that was only looks. There was so much more. After all, he was a judgmental prick, and she was a filthy Gryffindor.

Malfoy turned and just stared at her as his breath was caught in his throat. She looked beautiful, though she wore no make-up. He looked deep into her honey brown eyes and sighed slightly, trying to regain thoughts. She raised a thin eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat and spat bitterly, "You should think about knocking once in a while, although, it would've been a privilege for you to see my…lower regions."

She could not suppress a smile. "Privilege? More like a gag-fest if you ask me. Besides, we share this bathroom. Now, I don't know what share means to you, but in my book it means I can use this bathroom whenever I want without knocking. Did you get all that?" she asked seeing through his taken aback stare.

Malfoy gaped at her as she walked back into her room, her hips swinging side to side. "Gag-fest…"he muttered under his breath as he brushed his teeth.

Abby started to pick out clothes to wear for the rest of the day. Since classes didn't start for two days, they were free to wear anything they wanted. Turning up the volume on her CD player so that it was blaring loudly, she flipped through her clothes:

Did you ever look, did you ever see that one person

And the subtle way that they that they do these things and it hurts so much

So much like choking down the embers of a great blaze

It's that moment when your eyes seem to spread aspersions

And to scream confessions at the insipid sky parting clouds

You let this one person come down in most perfect moment

And it breaks my heart to know

The only reason you are here now is

A reminder of what I'll never have

I'll never have, I'll never-

Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in

Standing so close knowing that it kills me to breathe you in

But this table for one has become bearable

I now take comfort in this and for that I cherish you

Just say you would do that same for me

For as much as I love Autumn

I'm giving myself to Ashes…

Malfoy sat in the common room listening to the odd sounds of Abby's music. This is strange, he thought, but also very good.

Finally, Abigail emerged from her room wearing ripped up jeans, a white almost see-through shirt with a black bra, which the shirt read "The Used", and black Vans. She looks cute, thought Draco. He mentally slapped himself for thinking such a repulsive thing. If his father ever read his mind…

"I was going to go and checkout Hogsmeade. Want to go with me? Hello?" she said waving a hand in front of his dreamy face.

Snapping out of his reverie, he replied, "Uh, sure. Let me change."

She waited and waited for about ten minutes before he finally emerged from his room fully dressed. He looks good, she said mentally to herself. Shaking the thought out of her head, she took in his outfit. Slightly tight, deep green shirt to show his muscle defined form, black baggy jeans, and black shoes. Not bad. "So, why did you ask me to come with you?" he asked as they departed from the common room and out the portrait.

"I don't really know anyone else. If you don't want to go I could always ask Harry-"

"Potter, forget him. Don't worry, we'll have fun."

"Well, I wasn't worried, but I certainly am now," she said sarcastically and looked up at him with a glint in her eyes.

Malfoy smiled, "Well, then I won't disappoint you. My friends always have fun when they're around me."

"Friends? Malfoy has friends? I would've never guessed," she said playfully, failing to keep a straight face.

Malfoy stopped in his tracks and put his hand over his heart, "Ouch! Cheap shot."

Abby giggled, "And many more to come." Draco's heart fluttered under his hand. Finally, they reached the Great Hall. Students were everywhere, but only fifth years and above could make a little visit to Hogsmeade before classes began. They walked in silence, throwing little glances at each other, hoping to catch one another's eye. They kept missing. Walking across the sloping lawns, Malfoy broke the silence, "So, do you have a boyfriend?"

Abigail was a little shocked at his forwardness, but answered honestly, "No, I don't. Why?"

Draco grinned stupidly and replied, "Just wondering, but, really? I mean…really?"

"Why is that such a shock?" she asked not making eye contact as if he thought something might be wrong with her.

"It's just…really?"

She rolled her eyes, "Please, just keep rubbing it in. I don't think I've gotten the message yet."

Malfoy blushed. For the first time in his life, a girl, other than his embarrassing mother, made him blush. He was captivated. "You're too pretty to be alone," he said almost inaudibly.

Abby, however, caught every word. She too turned a shade of pink. "Was that Malfoy's attempt to be nice?"

He laughed lightly, "I guess so."

"What makes you attempt a sorry on a- what was it you called me? A mudblood?"

Draco turned a deeper tinge of pink. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to say that."

"Don't apologize, it's how you felt. Besides, I still don't know what it means."

He tried to himself from turning a deeper shade of crimson, which he was sure she could see by now as it clashed terribly with his pale skin. "It means dirty blood," he muttered.

"Oh, well, then I shall thank you for such a lovely compliment. I hope to hell you don't call anyone else that."

They entered the gates of Hogsmeade. Abby was astounded at the site in front of her. Little shops of every desire lined the cobblestone streets. Small cafes could be seen full of students all of which were drinking the same butter colored drink.

"Want to go to the Three Broomsticks and have a drink?" asked Draco, snapping Abby out of her reverie.

"Can't we explore a little first?" she inquired with a playful pout.

Draco chuckled, "Of course. Let's go to the Shrieking Shack, shall we?" He held out his arms to point in the direction of this shack. They walked silently until, again, Draco could bear it no more. "How do you like it so far at Hogwarts?"

"Seeing as I've only seen The Great Hall, our dorms, and this place, I'd be hard to say. It is, however as little as I've seen, very beautiful. I can't wait to explore more of it."

"You know, I can show you a bunch of secret passage ways in the castle if you'd like. We might have fun with that," he said with a sly smirk.

"And I thought I was already scared of having fun with you; now I'm terrified!"

He gave her a soft shove and found his skin tingle at the contact. What is wrong with me, he questioned himself. "Well, here's the Shrieking Shack. It's supposed to be the most-"

"The most haunted building in Britain. I'm not stupid. I've been studying witchcraft for years. Gilly and I vowed to come and see this some day. I can't believe she isn't here. I miss her so much," she said with a shiver to her voice though it wasn't anywhere near a cold season. Her eyes began to burn and swell and she looked around, careful that she wasn't to let any tears fall in front of Malfoy. "Uh, shall we go have a drink?"

As they walked back through the tiny village and into the doors of the Three Broomsticks, she took a seat at the very back booth while Draco ordered drinks. "Nice place, eh?"

She took her drink and looked interestedly at it, wondering what its contents were. "Cute, very cute. Intimate, I like that a lot. Uh, what is this?"

"Butterbeer. For 'studying witchcraft for years' you don't that much about everyday life, do you?"

She threw him a dirty look and defended herself. "We only did séances. At that time I didn't know that they really existed, though, I really wanted to believe it."

"We?" he asked confusedly.

"Gilly and myself."

His face relaxed from its confused state and inquired, "so, I'm guessing, though this is just a guess, that this 'Gilly' is your best friend?"

She smiled. "It was always Gilly, I, and Ben. Inseparable, we were."

"Ben?"

"He is my other best friend. He was never into the whole 'witchcraft' thing very much, but he did join one séance. That's how I got this," she said showing him the palms of her hands. Clearly seen were scars on each palm. "We shared blood. It's supposed to-"

"Spread diseases?"

"No, it's supposed to bring closer magical companionship. As a wizard your whole life, you should know that."

"Very funny," he said sipping his butterbeer. Their conversation for the rest of Hogsmeade consisted of school, teachers, and other normal things.

As they headed up to the common room after a long day, they bade each other goodnight and went their separate ways. Abby went to sleep that night without crying; something she'd never thought to accomplish. Malfoy did that for her. She smiled at the thought and drifted into dreamland.