Haha these updates seem to be coming later and later. Oh well I hope all you cool kids enjoy this. This chapter is dedicated to the best person in the whole wide world. The one and only Hilly-chan who was complaining about the lack of updates. Well I have decided to redo allllll the previous chapters so they don't suck so bad. You shouldn't need to re-read them but if you want they should be up soon.

Disclaimer: in the time I have been away I have managed to get the rights to all the characters... or not... yeah still nothing belongs to be

The week was torturous and slow. He dreaded going to fix his hair or anything that required a mirror. How could this happen to someone as gorgeous and perfect as him? He had figured out most everyone in the Slytherin house but had yet to find the golden trio. He didn't know who to tease and they were avoiding him like the plague. though someone did seem to be snickering every time he called someone by the wrong name or made a mistake of that sort.

It was the weekend. Almost time of the horrid trick to be over. Professor Snape still hadn't found who was behind it but it didn't even matter to him as long as he could see straight again.

He was wandering around outside the castle, something he rarely did, to think. He hadn't been so confused in a long time. He so ready for it all to be over but he knew he had a few more days. He spotted a beautiful Hufflepuff with long gorgeous blond hair that curled softly, accenting her angelic face. She looked like an angel out there laughing and smiling her angelic smile.

He heard them talking to her, her and all her Hufflepuff friends. Tara Forrest. He recognized the name. Oh yes! She had been that girl he made a fool of at platform 9 ¾. He had hardly remembered and he was sure that she couldn't. That was in their first year! Plus she was looking hot and even normally she wasn't so bad... she was definitely... well endowed.

"Tara... mmm... your looking really fine... err gorgeous today." sending her the Malfoy smirk and a wink. She swiftly sent him her reply, a friendless finger and a flip of her hair as she turned her back to him.

He was still looking at her as he continued walking and bumped into someone. She was equally gorgeous if not exceeding Tara's beauty. Her brunette hair was up in a messy bun with strains hanging gracefully in her face. Her Griffendor's patch was painfully obvious but he was desperate for a make out session since he couldn't bring himself to kiss the pig that was Pansy. She looked at him for a bit while he stared at her as if having a mental debate.

"Hello Miss... I think I missed your name." Draco said to the gorgeous girl who looked a little surprised.

"That would be because I didn't offer it." She smirked at him.

"Well then 'Angel' will have to make do for the meanwhile," she giggled and he offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

"We shall."

Upon arriving at the Slytherin common room he turned and asked if she had ever been in there. She shook her head and he smiled leading her into the room. She looked around and he took her by the hand, leading her to the Slytherin Prefect room. They entered and he closed the door quietly behind them. With a flick of his wand the candles dimmed and soft music was playing.

He pushed her towards the bed which she just sat on and pushed him to the side. "Lets talk a little first."

He suppressed a sigh and nodded, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Why do you all of a sudden take so much interest in me?"

What kind of a crack addict question was that? She should be glad I even gave her a second look! She is a Griffindor after all! Who does she think she is asking me that... she should just be grateful and shag me before I get bored. She's about to lose her chance too.

"I hadn't seen you before, that's all," he said as he tried to advance on her again. She in turn again pushed him away.

"But I'm a Griffindor! There are a ton of good looking Slytherins, why not one of them?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes"

"None of them compare to the beauty of my Angel." He said hoping that would shut her up and it seemed too.

Walking out by the lake Hermione watched as Draco hit on some poorHufflepuff girl. She sighed as she looked at her wondering what she would look like in Draco's eyes. Probably gorgeous for Draco to be hitting on her. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going and soon she ran into non other than our own Draco Malfoy. (Did you expect anything else?)

"Hello Miss... I think I missed your name." Draco said to her and she looked a little surprised.

"That would be because I didn't offer it." She smirked at him wondering what she looked like to him and how far she could play this.

"Well then 'Angel' will have to make do for the meanwhile," she giggled involuntarily and he offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

"We shall." she said not knowing what she was getting herself into.

He led her to the Slytherin common room, asking if she had been here. She, of course, lied and shook her head 'no'. He smiled a suspicious smile at her, which left no doubt what was on his mind, and took her hand. He led her to the Prefect's room closing the door and dimming the lights.

All sorts of thoughts were running through her head. Why she had agreed to come here when she knew very well what he was expecting. Why she suddenly got butterflies when he walked towards her pushing her back on the bed. Why did that send shivers through her?

"Lets talk a little first."

That was all she could think to say. She lightly fought her body and pushed him away.

She thought silently that maybe if she kept this up she'd make him mad enough to let her leave... and that scared her.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Crap... what do I want to talk about? "Why do you all of a sudden take so much interest in me?"

It took him a while to answer and she could feel the tension build. "I hadn't seen you before, that's all," and he again tried to make a move only to be pushed away.

"But I'm a Griffindor! There are a ton of good looking Slytherins, why not one of them?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes"

"None of them compare to the beauty of my Angel." she couldn't think after that. She knew it was cheesy and false but she'd never heard such a compliment directed at her. Soon she felt his warm lips on hers and his body over her. She felt him shift to straddle her and she loved every minute of it. She tried to convenes her body that this wasn't right. That this was Malfoy. She was supposed to be in charge but she couldn't bring herself to give away her identity.

His hands were everywhere. Running through her hair, on her back, sliding a bit farther down. She moaned softly into his mouth as he softly caressed her breasts. She licked his lips and he soon parted them. He pushed her back so she was laying down and he slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

He slid his hands into the unbuttoned shirt

"Mmm... Dr-Malfoy!" she said as if in sudden realization of who was on top of her.

"Yes, my sweet Angel?"

"Sing me something." She said and wasn't quiet sure why but she definitely wanted to hear him sing.

He gently wrapped his arms around her and laid down next to her and quietly began to sing.

It was painfully obvious he wasn't getting any tonight but he figured that if he complied to her request maybe later. He sang the first song that came to his mind.

"So falling apart has nothing to do
with the fact that I've been crucified by you?
The other's seem to follow too
I wonder how many more you grew.
Your apology is way over due,
and you wish to set it anew.
Now you know that I am through
You've never been able to stay true.

I'm falling now, don't you see?

How this could never be.
Your eyes scream their silent plea.
I have had you at your knees,
Then you made me guarantee
That which I could never succeed
Only then is when you flee.
Leaving me to disagree."

He finished his eyes still closed. He opened them only to find her staring at him. "Sing me another," she said simply, "your voice is mesmerizing."

"The rain pours slowly
it's careful veil
her song so unholy
a sad pathetic tale

Of love and lies
her tragic fall
of death and life
and feeling small.

Of falling and flying
her laughs and cries
of complying and defying
enemies and allies."