Hokay, so basically what happened in the last chapter was that Blaise was totally hitting on Drea, but Drea didn't really get it because it was British. Then Xander called her away because Blaise is a jerk and he didn't want him hurting her, and Draco and Blaise had a fight. Blaise was joking around about Drea because he knew that Draco liked her, but Draco got really mad and left the Great Hall. Drea learned a bit of British slang.

Excerpt from the last chapter: Drea awoke disturbed. She had just had a dream, in which three people were fighting, only over what she couldn't remember. She could only remember that she was somehow a part of it, although she had been floating over the whole thing. She quickly brushed it off, not daring to try to make sense of it, and went about her normal morning routine.

That is how the chapter begun. The end of the chapter is posted as the beginning of this one. Enjoy!

Chapter Seven -

"... You'd do best to stay away from him, unless you want to be used," Xander said.

"Alright. Anyway, I've got to go find my class. See you guys later."

"Bye," they both said.

Drea walked quickly from the Great Hall, careful not to look back. She wasn't sure whether she should be flattered or insulted by the way that Blaise had acted. She was glad that she hadn't caught on while he was there.

She turned to the right, walked up a few flights of stairs, the suddenly realized that she had no idea where she was going. She started walking back down, but stairs decided to change while she was on them. Now she was truly lost, and had no idea what she was going to do.

She debated asking one of the other students to help her find her class, but saw the looks that she was being given (either disgusted looks or disgusting looks), and decided against it. She decided on a direction, hoping to find a teacher somewhere.

Still thinking about Blaise and not really paying attention to where she was going, Drea turned a corner and ran into someone. She looked up to see the amused but somewhat angry face of Draco Malfoy. She hoped that he wasn't angry with her, but remembered how he had stormed out of the Great Hall and decided that it wasn't her fault that he was annoyed.

"Is it just me, or do you enjoy running into people?" asked Draco, smirking.

"It's just you," she replied as seriously as she could manage, glad that he was joking around with her.

"Hm, that's funny, because I distinctly remember you running into me yesterday."

"I told you, it's only you," she said, laughing.

"I'm flattered," he answered, all the anger now gone from his eyes.

"As you should be. Could you show me where Ancient Runes is?"

"It's on the second floor, how did you wind up here?" he asked, smirking.

"I was distracted," she answered. "So, how come you didn't sleep well?" she asked, desperate for conversation. It seemed that she was always at a loss for what to say to him, but once they got the conversation going, she couldn't stop. Draco raised an eyebrow, so Drea reminded explained. "You said in the Great Hall that you didn't sleep very good last night.

"Oh, yeah, I was just thinking about different things and had a hard time getting off."

"Getting off, huh?" Drea asked, smirking.

"To sleep!" Draco exclaimed, a horrified look on his face.

"Sure," Drea said, winking to let him know that she was joking. Due to the bizarre look on Draco's face, Drea began to laugh. It was a cross between his previous expression and newfound relief, as though he couldn't decide whether she believed him or not.

"Right," Draco said, calming down.

"So what happened with you and Blaise? You looked pretty angry when you left the Great Hall."

"He was being a wide-o," Draco said, then realized that Drea, not understanding British slang, or rather, Scottish slang in this case, would have no idea what it meant, but didn't know another word for it, so clarified. "He was saying nasty things about you and it ticked me off," he said, hoping that she would understand.

Drea raised an eyebrow. "What did he say?" she asked, curious about why it had offended him so much.

It was Draco's turn to raise an eyebrow. He had expected Drea to be angry with Blaise, but instead, she seemed interested. "He was talking about how you'd be a good lay and how he could pull you in and things like that."

Drea didn't know what pull meant, but judging by the fact that Blaise had decided that she'd be a good lay without even speaking to her, she decided that he was too shallow for her interests. Still, she was strangely flattered that one so obviously attractive thought the same of her, and couldn't get over the butterflies in her stomach.

"How would he know if I'm a good lay or not?" she asked, trying her best to sound irritated.

"Exactly. I don't really care if he talks about other people that way, but when he does it about people I care about, I really just want to..." Merlin's balls! I actually just said that!

"Punch him in the face?" Drea offered, not daring to analyze what Draco had just said.

"Yeah, something like that," Draco replied, overjoyed that Drea had not caught what he had just said. "Well, here's your class. I have about 2 minutes to walk up 5 flights of stairs, so I'll see you in Herbology."

"Yeah, see ya. Thanks, by the way!" Drea called, but Draco was already at the end of the hallway and didn't hear her.

Sixteen pages of notes later, Drea finally walked out of Ancient Runes. It wasn't the notes that were so bad, but more the fact that Hermoine had been talking to her about joining spew or some thing like that, and she'd barely managed to copy them all down. It appeared as though she would be spending her evening re-writing the last 3 pages, due to the fact that she had had to race through them, as well as any other homework that she might be getting.

Drea managed to find her own way to Herbology, but then again it wasn't so tough, because she had seen the sage-house from Hagrid's cabin.

As Drea approached the rest of her class, she saw Draco talking to Candra. At first glance, she thought that they were having a friendly conversation, due to the pride in Draco's eyes, but when she looked at Candra she saw fear and the familiar look of tears ready to spill down her cheeks, and realized that Draco was putting her down. Worse than that, he was proud of himself.

Approaching more quickly now, Drea caught traces of 'filthy mudblood' and 'disgrace' being muttered. Calming down her own urge to smack the blond upside the head, Drea quickened her pace again.

"Hey Drea," Draco said, turning from Candra.

"What the hell is your problem?" Drea demanded, furious.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, furrowing his brow. He'd never seen Drea so angry before.

"What the hell do you think I mean!" Drea yelled.

Draco realized that he would have to say something Malfoy-ish, due to the fact that there were so many people around; he could iron out the wrinkles with Drea later. He regained composure and raised an eyebrow. "Answering a question with a question? I thought you were smarter than that, Drea." Draco almost broke into a cold sweat from the glare that he received. It would have made the Potions maser proud.

"Let's go, Candra," Drea said to the smaller girl. She walked into the sage-house, trailed by a shocked Candra. The rest of the Slytherins, and the few Ravenclaw students who weren't already in the class, stared after her. The bell sounded, pulling them out of their stunned silence. They walked into the class, talking almost as loudly as the whole of Durmstrang the day before Christmas holidays. Last to saunter in was Draco Malfoy, looking confident outwardly, but Drea could see that he was confused, angry, and … sad. Drea cocked her head questioningly, but was too angry to wonder for long.

"Are you okay?" she asked Candra.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," she answered. "I can't believe you did that! Xander said that he thought you had the hots for …" Candra dropped off suddenly.

"Firstly, I didn't have the hots for Draco, and even if I had've, I still would've stuck up for you. Nobody has the right to treat anyone like that. I can't believe that I ever thought that I could have been friends with him."

"Ms. Daray," a plump woman at the front of the room called.

"Present?" Drea answered.

The woman smiled pleasantly. "Can you tell me the name of this plant?"

"Sorry, Miss, but I'm not really sure what that is."

The woman smiled again, and nodded, moving on to ask another student. Drea zoned her out and shot daggers at the back of Draco's head. She was seething, but didn't want to talk to Candra about it, lest she sound obsessive. She couldn't really explain why, but she couldn't get over the fact that she had once wanted to be friends with this boy. She knew one thing for sure; she would never again try to be friends with someone. People were untrustworthy, and she couldn't risk sharing anything. The wrong bit of information to the wrong person, and it could be the end of Demetri.

Draco turned around in his seat, saw her staring at him, and risked a wink. She flipped him the bird, then continued staring. He finally became uncomfortable, and turned to face the front.

The class finally ended, with Drea having learned nothing and having lost none of her anger. Candra was no less confused, and Draco was no less aggravated. Nobody had ever treated him like that, and for once, he almost felt bad. Not for the way he had treated the mudblood girl, of course, but for the fact that Drea was angry with him. He decided to confront the problem head on. Drea saw him approaching, and turned into a desolate hall of the school, but he followed her in, taking advantage of the fact that she was alone and had no idea where she was headed.

"Drea! Wait!" he called at her, once he was sure that nobody could hear, nor see them.

"How about no," she responded.

"Drea!" he tried again, desperate to at least get her to listen. To his surprise, she stopped and turned to face him.

"What?" she demanded in a voice so low that it was almost a whisper.

"What are you so upset about?" he asked.

"A question with a question? Draco, I thought you were smarter than that," she said mockingly.

"Oh, is that what you're angry about? I figured you would know that I was -"

"That isn't what I'm upset about," she answered coldly. "I'm upset about the fact that I almost befriended a guy who has to put people down to make himself feel better."

"I do not. Besides, that was one time," Draco rebutted pitifully.

"Right, because the Great Hall didn't count!"

"What are you going off about?" Draco practically screamed.

"With that redhead? Or does that not count because he's a pureblood?"

"Blood had nothing to do with that."

"Obviously."

"Weasley and I have our reasons."

"I'm sure."

"We do! The first time I me-"

"I don't care what your excuses are, Draco, I'm never going to forgive you for it."

"I didn't ask you to forgive me."

"Why are you here then?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I wanted you to understand."

Yeah, so not my longest chapter, but not my shortest either. DADA lessons next, and maybe a little chat with Snapie. Review please, my dears!