Yeah, wow that last chapter was really very rushed. For a couple of reasons. One-As I said before, it was really just a prelude. Two- It's not the whole story, just the begining and I didn't want to drag it out.

But yeah, heres the second chapter.

Disclaimer- I own nothing. Nothing, I tell you! Except for once again, my cigs. Isn't that lovely. I started this chapter at 11:46 pm.

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Summer was full of bland events and beautiful skies that I couldn't find truly beautiful. The tree's swayed in the wind, the melodies of the birds were relaxing, but I had become my old self once more. Love had come and gone. So here I was, indifferent, cold in the blazing heat that the third day of September always brought. The grass was soft beneath me, the thick sweet smell of it filling my nostrils. I banished all thoughts of her, I had been since I had stood up from Blaises arms that day and walked to my next class. She was dead to me. As dead as our babe. And I hadn't thought of her since.

Instead I filled my mind with useless prattle that I really cared nothing about. My mothers last party, the pretty girl who had occupied that dress only an hour longer after she met me. A pretty thing she had been, with shining blonde hair and stupid green eyes. She lacked the ability to keep me mentally stimulated, but that was far from what I was looking for. She served my purposes well. She left my bed the minute I told her it was time, and left no trace of her presense. She didn't linger in my room or in any signifigant way. I liked that in a girl.

Distantly I heard a servant calling my name, but I ignored them. Sound carried far on the land of our summer home, but it would be a good five minutes until he reached me. Ignorance can indeed be a bliss. I laid back against the grass, staring up through the branches and leaves of the tree I took shelter under, at the clear sky. It was remarkable to say the least. A soft hue of blue that illuminated the sun even more than it did in it's blinding rays. I ripped up some of the grass beneath my hand and brought it to my face to stare at it. It was the dark green of emerald, shining in the little light that came through the shade. The little blades of grass fell softly onto my face as I released them with a heavy sigh. Closing my eyes, I felt them flutter onto my eyelids, entwinning themself in my eyelashes. I plopped my hand down beside my head with a thud and I laid there empty, blank, not hearing anything but my breathing, feeling nothing but the grass on my face.

"Master Malfoy, it's time to leave. Your mother sent me to fetch you." It opened up my eyes slowly and stared back at the thick foilage of the tree. I sat up slowly, staring at the fields that smelt of life. A small hare chased hopped amoungst the long golden grasses, a sparrow flying quickly with amazing grace into the thick woods. I lifted my hand and held it out over the hare, stroking the fur as if it was close enough so that I could actually do so. My hand followed its movements through the grass, my eyes locking onto it.

"Master Malfoy, your mother commands you to come back at once. Your already very close to being late and you were supposed to be-"

"Yes I know, Gerard. I was supposed to return to the mansion an hour ago. So stop you blubbering. Its not very appealing." The hare reappeared and I put my hand over it one final time and clenched it into a fist. If I couldn't be with it, it shouldn't live.

Gerard took my advice and quickly shut his mouth. He stood impatiently, waiting for me to rise and return with him. I stood up slowly, brushing away the remaining grass from my head and clothes. I turned to him with my hands on my hips. "Let us go quickly, before she goes into another one of her rages." I strode of back to the mansion, hearing Gerard mutter under his breath and follow me.

I didn't want to return to that hated place. Too full of memories of sweet moments that I had forgotten about. That blasted school would be the end of me. It had been too hard to last the last two and a half monthes of my sixth year. I had done it, but I doubted I could pull it off another time around. More realistically, I didn't want to try.

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The ride to Hogwarts was longer than usual. Blaise, who had come to visit me over the summer with his hufflepuff boyfriend, sitting beside me and chatting with me. I gave him credit, he was trying to get my mind of things, but it wasn't really on anything. Just blank. His love sat beside him, staring at Blaise with an unbridled love in his eyes. Blaise turned to him and smiled at him with sweet care, and the boy returned it. I watched them and felt the sharp pang of jealousy and regret. I turned my gaze back to the passing scenery and sighed heavily.

Laughter filtered through the door a while later. Bright, cheery laughter. A carefree reckless sound that usually mean someone was getting picked on. I smiled to myself grimly. I remember that laughter at me, after that red-headed little prat used a dear secret of mine not told to him to insult me. I remember the jeers people sent my way. And I remember Blaise coming back to the dorm later with black eyes and bruised knuckles, smiling at me proudly. Blaise had become the closest thing I had to a friend.

I stood up, stretching my muscles, and walked to the compartment door. Opening it slightly, I poked my head out to see. A group of people stood a ways down, their back to me and laughing like mad. I stepped through the door, and I remember clenching my fists at my sides at the sight I beheld when I reached them.

A tiny girl, with the largest eyes I had ever seen, gazed around, unsure of what to do as the boys taunted her about her size. Big tears had welled up in her soft yet icey blue eyes, eyes that captivated me. They were strung with innocence and fear, her thick short eyelashes already damp with tears. Streaked with copper, those orbs danced around in fear. Her large bottom lip quivered, her upper lip thiner but just as enticing. Her face was covered with a soft ivory skin, rosy tints gracing her cheeks. Her little chin stuck out in the most adorable way, stubbornly, her nose a little snub. She yelped, a little, painfilled sound, as a girl behing her grabbed her by the hair and yanked hard. She barely reached the to the girls shoulder and the other girl was only maybe 5"9'. Tiny.

"Where'd you get this hair? Can't be natural. I'll bet it'll make me a fine wig, right, Twiggy?" The girl nodded and smiled up at the taller girl with the kindest smile that had ever graced the world, though her eyes were still fearful. I froze, a memory sooner forgotten rising in my soul, pushing itself before my eyes.

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"Draco?"

I shook my head in my hands, not being capable of looking up into that face. I felt the shame cut through me like a knife. Her warm hand touched my shoulder, and I straightend myself immediatly and looked at her, letting my hands drop. "Hm?"

Her arms were around me in an instant, holding me tightly to her. I sat rigid and shocked for a minute. No one had ever held me in such a way. No one ever wanted to, I suppose. I went limp, burying my face into her mane of hair and sobbing for the first time. I clung to her, my hands griping the front of her robes tightly, afraid that if I let her go, the comfort I felt right then would disappear with it.

"Shhh, Draco....it's not your fault...shhhhh.....you did nothing wrong.....Oh Draco....how could he?" I felt her shaking with her empathy for me and I started to pull away, only to have her tighten her arms around me every so slightly.

Twenty minutes later, my sobs had subsided and I just sat in her arms as she stroked my hair, my arms snug around her waist. "I'm disgusting, 'Mione. How could you bare to hold me? To even touch me after what I just told you?" I asked her quietly.

She thrust me away from her, gripping my shoulders tight as she stared into my cold silver eyes with her bloodshot brown ones. "Draco Malfoy, that bastard you call a father is disgusting. What he does to you is disgusting. You are NOT disgusting. Don't let me ever catch you thinking that, let alone SAYING that ever again!" She arms encircled my shoulders again and I sobbed again. I felt strangly renewed by her words. But I was lost, utterly lost. What would I do with myself now? Now that I wasn't disgusting?

When I looked up at her again, after a time, she was looking down at me with the most angelic and warm smile I had ever seen. "Mr. Draco Malfoy, I love you. And I despise disgusting things. And you, my beloved, are not at all despised by me."

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"Let her go."

They all froze at the sound of my voice. I stood there, feeling my rage flow through me. The girl looked at me with her astounding eyes in shock then smiled at me in the most innocently sweet smile.

"She can have my hair if she wants it, sir. I don't mind." Her voice was so soft, a happy medium between soprano and alto. It held a melodic ring that had me staring at her for a few minutes. Her raven hair was still in the yanking clutch of the tall broad, but she stood there and smiled at me. Captivated me with her voice.

"See? She says I can have it. So bugger off, Malfoy." The taller girl glared at me with a grin on her unintelligent face. Her eyes were lit with maliciousness. Oh how I was tired of seeing that in a womans eyes.

"And I say you can't. Do you wish to defy me?" I watched the girl turn paler in a second, letting go of the girls hair quickly.

"Fine Malfoy, whatever. It's shitty anyways. Why would I want a wig of THAT?" And with that final witty comeback she strode off, her little friends taggling behind her. Now I just had to deal with the rest.

"If the rest of you don't want to wake up tomorrow as something you weren't when you fell asleep, I suggest you go back to your compartments." I heard them scutter off, a few shooting rude remarks my way. But my eyes stayed on the girl who stood before me, her black tresses falling in slightly ruffled ringlet curls. She looked like a little angel, standing there, her hands clasped before her, a smile upon her face. As thin as I was, you could probably fit her in one leg of my pants. She reached up and wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her small hand, then cocked her head to th side, giving me the first of many 'goofy' smiles I recieved from her. Her eyes closed, and her lips twisted upwards in an adorable little way. I certainly didn't name them her 'goofy' smiles. That would be her doing.

"Thank you, Sir! My name is-"

"I don't care what your name is." I watched her eyes open with a soft shock. "And furthermore, I don't care that your thankful. I just happen to be in a sour mood. I was hoping for one of them to through a punch. It had nothing to do with you."

She giggled, the sounds of tiny bells ringing, sprinkling their melody all over my spine in shivers. "But I'm still thankful, so you'll just have to put up with it, now wont you?" She smiled again, her eyes bright and warm.

"Stop that!! Stop that now! I'll slap that smile right off your face, you little vixen!."

Her eyebrows drew together with hurt. Her big eyes shown with new tears, new pain, and concern. Undisguised concern. I hated her. I wouldn't be fooled again. I wouldn't let that happen. I turned away from her, the beginings of guilt gripping my heart.

"Why is it that your so jaded, Mr. Malfoy? Who hurt you?" Her small voice called to me.

I stopped in my tracks, mid stride. How had she known? How? I looked over my shoulder at her, then turned all the way around. She stood right behind me, looking up at me, her head tilted back. But it didn't make me feel anymore powerful over her than her eyes did.

"Are you a good lay, little one?" I leaned down and put my hand on her chin, rubbing little circles with my thumb. I wasn't rational at the moment, I'll admitt that freely. But I senced the innocence about her and felt disgusted by it. No woman, or girl, was as innocent as she seemed. "With that little body of yours, you must have drove the boys from wherever your from wild. But I'm not a boy, I'm a man. You wont get me that easily."

I shoved her away from me bitterly and heard her little cry of pain as she hit the floor. But I had already begun walking away. Back to Blaise and his lover, where I couldn't be touched by fake concern.

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I stared at her tawny brown curls in the candlight of the dining hall. From across the room I would see the warmth and joy in her liquid brown eyes each time she looked at Potter. They were holding hands on top of the table, her short fingered one clasped in his. I remembered the feel of those fingers on my skin, the little swirls they traced on my chest as we lay watching the stars. She had begun to pull her hair back from her face, her carefully scuplted bones radiant in the dim light. Potter looked at her tenderly, and she returned his little smiles with her own. I missed those smiles. I missed those hands. I missed that hair. I missed those eyes. I missed her love.

"Draco, stop staring at her and eat your bloody food. I'm not your mom, so stop making me have to act like it." Blaise's throaty voice filled my ears as he leaned close and whispered to me. I jumped slightly and looked at him.

"I'm not capable of making you do anything that I didn't put a spell on you for, Blaise. If your tired of acting mom, stop doing so. It's really rather uneeded." I picked up my fork, nonetheless, and took a bite out of my mashed potatoes. Listening to Blaise snort and turn back to his dinner, I stared at my empty fork as I chewed. All the memories were trying to come back. The sight of her forced all my feelings to the surface and they were still too painful to face. She didn't even look at me, acknowledge me. There was a time when that was different. There was a time when her smiled where mine.

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"Draco!" I heard her joyful voice behind me. A week prior she had told me she loved me and I told her that it was returned. So today we acted like the couple we had unofficially been for a time now. I turned in time to be embraced eagerly by her. I chuckled, my arms wrapping around her, looking into her eyes, as she looked slightly up into mine. Her smile was bright, her eyes a honey brown today.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you!" She rested her chin on my shoulder, her arms still around my waist.

"Blaise decided he needed to be taught what it means to fantasize over my girl." I grinned into her mane of loose curls. Her chuckle was throaty and dipped with warmth.

"I never thought I would like to hear a guy say that, not even Harry. But I'm so happy when you say it." She nuzzled against my shoulder and sighed contently.

"I like saying it more than ever before."

We sat down at our table, all our books on it already, pushed to the side. I sat across from her and we stared into each others eyes for a few minutes. A small smile crept across her face and we both burst into soft laughter.

"I feel like a little school girl, Draco. Your bad for me."

"Well one of us has to be bad for the other. Your too good for me to even put into words." I rested my chin in the palms of my hands and smiled at her.

She cocked a thin eyebrow at me and smirked. "The feirce Draco Malfoy being sappy? Maybe I'm bad for you too?"

I chuckled and touched her cheek with and outstretched hand. "I don't care if I sound sappy, so hush before you ruin it."

She nodded and we fell into another meaningless conversation after another. Laughing with one another. She ended up sitting beside me, with her head on my shoulder, her arm around my waist and mine draped over her shoulder. I rested my own pale head on her brown one and smiled with happiness.

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"I just thought I'd let you know, you are a school girl." It took her two seconds before she understood what I was saying. She broke out into helpless giggles as I grinned with satisfaction. I watched her smile foolishly for awhile. Then something changed in it that turned it into a somber little smile.

"I feel like the only time I smile anymore is when I'm with you or thinking about you. Everything else just seems so pointless now." She spoke quietly, with a gentle sort of sadness.

"Well it's even then, since the only time I've ever really smile is when I'm with you." I kissed the top of her head. Tilting her head up with my hand under her chin, I kissed her softly to prevent her next words. It was an innocent kiss, but the most meaningful, and strangely the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I pulled away and looked into her eyes.

"Hermione Granger, I love you." She smiled up at me, her eyes softening with tears and I leant down to kiss her again.

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I sat in a secluded part of the lake, bitterly lost in the memory of her last words to me, late in October. Still she hadn't looked at me, still I had watched her. She was an obsession for me, a past haunt I couldn't shake. I look back on it now, and I realize that I didn't really want to shake it. I was obsessive with my pain, my despair, my sorrow. So lost in it was I that I didn't hear the soft footfalls that approached from my left.

"Hello Mr.Malfoy!" She bent over so I could look at her coldly, without moving my head. She had that adorable, little, close eyed smiled on again. She sat down beside me and stared off at the lake. She crossed her legs and propped her arm up on her knee, her chin resting in her palm. She watched the waves with a smile that seemed to not be off this world, a smile that was alien to me. I wondered it she knew she had that smile. I sat up, leaning against the back of the bench with my arms resting at the elbows on it. I looked at the lake with her for a time. A long time. She just sat there with me in silence.

Something about her was just...calming. I felt myself come back to my senses, escaped my memories and despair just for a little while watching the setting of the sun over the lake with her.

She stood up and stretched. "Well, this has been fun! Lets do it again sometime!" I looked up at her in shock, my jaw open slightly. We hadn't even talked! Fun? Was she insane? She gave me a little wave and walked off calmly toward the castle. Her hips swayed gently underneath her robes. Not the drastic, provacative sway that Hermione had. Hermiones sent boys to their knee's begging for more. This girls simply let only the close watchers notice it's natural grace. Her arms swayed smoothly at her sides, her raven hair shining with midnight blue in the setting suns light. It curled down her shoulders and over her back, the way you could imagine a creek does to a tall, strong mountain. She disappeared into the front door of the castle, nothing but a little ant on in the distance 20 minutes later. And I forgot about her quickly, my despair and loneliness rushing back to drown me once more with their black tides

The tears began to pour down my cheeks, my face quickly buried in my hands which rested on my knees.

Hermione.....how could you.....how could you do this to me......

Hermione...Save back to back to me........

.......I love you

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Hello again you guys! Second chapter done! I'm feeling rather proud of myself! I'm actually being consistant! I hope you liked this chapter. I rushed this one slightly because I hate drawn out begginings and I wasn't about to allow one in my own story. Rushed once more, but I built up a little on the new girls character which is what I wanted to do. Almost as long as the last one! I hope I keep myself in this writing

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To my one reviewer!

FoggySkittleX- Thank you very much for your review! It made me smile and feel all proud! I hope this was soon enough for you! I mean, you review hasn't even appeared on the story yet, but I recieved in in the "review alert" e-mail. I'll check out your stories when I've had more sleep, ok? It's not that I don't want to, because I do. I would check them out tonight but I'd also like to remember all that I have read, come morning....hehehehe .' Stupid flipping insomnia... But thank you again! It was so sweet! It made me feel al shy and coy!

I'll update again soon! I'll try anyways! But I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I like developing characters.