Chapter 2

His P.O.V.

I fell. And no, don't take that as a normal circulation of events, no, Draco Malfoy never falls. Never. It's just that all of a sudden I couldn't see anything, fog blew in my face, whatever… What's important is that I fell on someone. Someone who smelled pretty damn good. At that moment I remember only wishing and hoping this wasn't a guy. For Draco Malfoy, a fag? No! A Sex God? Yes! At least the feminine majority of Hogwarts thinks so.

As I was saying, the smell, I am not a man of many descriptive words but damn! The essence of this girl (I really hoped this would be a female), like, like… I really can't describe it I'm sorry. But for a moment, it was like I was in heaven. But only for a moment. For then the smoke cleared and I realized –

"FUCK! Granger!" She got up rapidly and dusted herself off, (from what may I ask, a pureblood just lay on her, it would be an opportunity that she'll never have again in her life). And then, I took a step back and looked at her.

"Fuck…Granger?" She changed to the unrecognizable. Her hair, well I really don't know about all this womanly crap but, is that not a wild bush I see anymore? Her body, I'm sorry but Pansy Parkinson? You should go and die quietly somewhere. Her eyes, for a second they almost made me forget that this is the mudblood bitch I'm describing here. Ugh, I just lay for a minute on top of a mudblood. How embarrassing.

She seemed to think so too for she blushed, (I think her reaction is somewhat similar to that of a muggle teen meeting that celebrity, what's his name… Brad Pitt!). I decided not to draw attention to this, who knows what others might think or misinterpret. And again we came together in our decisions.

"Malfoy," she nodded curtly, and scurried off like a rat into the back of the platform. Yes that's what she looks like, a rat. I must tell myself that. Ugh, I just lay on a rat…

Her P.O.V.

Friggin' Malfoy. I got up fast, for being down seemed a weak thing to do. Then I eye him up and down, as he did the same to me. Eeww… I didn't like what I saw, no, not one bit of it. His ugly gelled hair, his pale white skin, his cold hurtful eyes. Such a mean and snake-like person. That's what he looks like, a snake. Ugh, a snake just fell on me.

His P.O.V.

I needed to find Vincent. Did he get a note from McGonagall as did I? What does that old hag want with me anyway? She knows I'm cleared, she knows I wont risk my already critical position in this society full of mudbloods. I promised her total loyalty, I gave an oath.

The friggin' train blew its horn and I knew that now I'd have to go sit in the Head compartment all alone. And just because of that stupid Gryffindor, Lavender is it? I wonder when they'll pick the new Head Girl. Oh! That's right, that's probably why McGonagall wanted to see me. Well she better be good, I don't want to share dormitories with some skank. I got into my compartment which was recognizably better than the rest I've been in, but I – a Malfoy, have been taught never to show appreciation at the sight of luxury. Why am I to believe these teachings anyway? While my father was here, I wasn't quite sure if I had been doing the right thing, and now he is gone… I'm completely lost. I bury my face in my hands and run my fingers through my hair. My insides are aching, something suggests that I want to cry but I push that feeling away. What more of a disgrace can I be?

I have to be loyal to my father at least loyal enough not to bring down the good name of the family. I eyed the compartment once again and then noticed a newspaper jammed in between the sliding door and the wall. I wrenched it out of its nesting place and skim the front page.

"Attacks on Muggles…blah, blah… How to enchant a toe ring…Gillian Granger…a report on the dissa –

Wait a second…

Granger?

Gillian Granger?"

"There you are Draco-poo!" Crooned a sick voice. Sickly sweet it wanted to poison me like overdose of perfume, oh that wave, now wait, it's real perfume. Oh that smell, I wanted to strangle something now – roses make my head hurt. Pansy Parkinson entered the compartment. Last person I want to see.

I couldn't bear it anymore, I couldn't hear her poisoning voice – it was strangely mesmerizing and blurring my vision and my head would blow up any second now. I felt like I was an inadequate teenager, I stomped out of the room. The windows just had to open, I needed some fresh air – my head was buzzing.

As I pulled on the lever, a terrible screeching sound was made. It was hurting my brain even more but I didn't care at that moment, all I knew was that the window had to get open. Sunlight was hitting my eyes, I wasn't even noticing what was happening – the world started spinning.

Spinning, spinning…

McGonagall, Vincent… Father…Loyalty…Gillian, Granger…Mudblood, Granger…

Darkness.

Hushed voices surrounding me, there was a hustle around me – people were evidently arguing. 'Just please don't tell me I passed out… That would make me as pathetic as Potter, oh no…," is all I remember thinking at the time. A familiar breeze of scent wafted to my nose and an ugly, snotty voice cut through the freezing air,

"Well I think he's just faking it. He wants us to think he's unconscious so he can catch us unaware and then attack… Aren't you Malfoy!" The mudblood was saying and then she lowered herself enough to click her fingers in front of my eyes.

I seized my chance, only this way could I get out of the moment with less possible embarrassment and with at least a little dignity.

"Yes I am Granger," I mentioned coolly, rising in what I hoped was a casual way. Thoughts were racing through my mind, what could be my reason for being here?

'Just make up something… Like what? Ugh, I don't know… Ok just say something – this silence is killing me. I can see Weasel sniggering. What is he laughing at? I'll curse him. Stop talking to me! I am you… Will you say something? Really they all think you're real pathetic for just standing dumbfounded with your mouth hanging open and everything…"

I quickly closed my mouth and looked at them. Two of the trio were eyeing me concerned – ok this is the last thing I want to have spread across school, Draco Malfoy is retarded and has hallucinations. Where's Potter? He never steps aside from his wonderful Mudblood and Weasel duet. Ok, I'm getting carried away again. I just spat out the first thing that came to mind.

"Gillian!"

Their looks didn't change. I had to take action immediately.

"You know what I'm talking about – mudblood." Somewhere in the back of the compartment, Weasel made a start to get up, but Granger silenced him with a look. Who knows, maybe they're lovers – the way Weasel obeys her like a God one could certainly suppose…

"Ok let me think about it Malfoy…hmm, nope – I really don't know," She said adjusting her stupid muggle hair that I did admit earlier looks better, but oh how I loath the rest of this bitch. Her hands were on her hips and her eyebrow was arched. She was expecting a better explanation, she's not the stupidest…

Seriously this was hopeless, so what if I knew somebody with the same last name as her… I had better go now before I made this worse for my reputation.

"You better watch out before I curse you – no protection once Potty is gone, is there? Watch your step," I said through gritted teeth. They must have thought I was suffering some disease – to an on-looker my attention span was that of a goldfish.

"I think it's ADD," Granger whispered to Weasel King. Now I was puzzled – ADD? Probably a muggle term.

I quickly mumbled a spell keeping my wand in my pocket that started a series of vomiting and burping reactions over in Weasel's department – one of my favorite combos; and as the mudblood rushed over, quietly slipped out the door.