A/N: Okay, this is my first fic on this site, so... I guess it doesn't really make a difference. Anyway, I know this ficsucks, but you can review and tell me why it sucks; ) Just try and get through this one chapter to become Superman or Superwoman!

Oh, and my name's Helen : ) That is why I rock (lol). And I love Indian food. Only makes me rock harder. Lol, had it for dinner last night.

By the way, I love my computer, but it sometimes isn't nice to me, so it's saying I'm making typos that I'm not, so... I'm innocent. Or maybe it's this site that isn't being nice to me...

I watched a head of white-blond hair be ruffled by a stubby-fingered hand. It was sickening, really, to see Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson make out so openly, right in the Entrance Hall. I scrunched up my nose in disgust, still unable to return to the book open in my hands. My mind wandered to whether or not the two were actually in love. Did they just think the other was super hot or whatnot?I sighed, returning to my book.

Just then, Ron ran out of the Great Hall, yelling at me. "You seen Pig anywhere?" He asked, referring to his annoying, abnormally small owl, but I still grinned slightly at the nickname.

"He's probably chasing the Quidditch players around again," I answered casually, glancing at the great, oak doors leading out of the castle.

"Good idea," Ron muttered, jogging out of the Entrance Hall and outside. The doors were still closing behind him when he started sprinting down the steps, screaming, "PIG! GET DOWN HERE!"

Glancing back at Malfoy and Parkinson, I noticed Malfoy had separated his mouth from Pansy to see what Ron had been yelling about. "Mudblood!" he called to me quite suddenly. A first year gasped and started running for a professor at this, but we both ignored him. "Weasley yelling to a flying pig of some sort?"

I ignored him, tucking my book into my bag and heading up towards the Gryffindor tower. When I was half-way up the staircase, though, I looked over my shoulder again. Malfoy was still watching me, making chills run up my spine as our eyes locked. His eyes were just so grey, giving off some sense of loneliness when you looked into them hard enough.

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I lay in bed that night, pondering the loneliness in Malfoy's eyes. He'd had Pansy right in front of him-- I should have been the one feeling lonely. All I had had was Ron. I bit my tongue angrily at that thought, rolling over onto my back. Since when did I think of Ron like that? He was nice, and anyway, he loved me. Maybe we'd even get married in a few years.

Hopefully not, I thought to myself, making me roll back onto my stomach. What was with me? Ron hadn't done a single thing wrong. I loved him.

Closing my eyes, I let myself drift off to sleep.

& Dream &

I was sitting on a stone staircase, staring out the stained-glass window nearby me.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard coming from behind me, but I didn't even bother to see who they belonged to, too distracted watching two figures on the edge of the forbidden forest. "Hey," I said softly as thesomeone sat next to me. I didn't even turn my head to face the person properly.

"So you're just sitting here?" he asked me in a casual --almost bored-- tone. I nodded in response, turning my head to look at the guy. What I saw shocked me: Malfoy's grey eyes were staring back at me, but they were no longer lonely. "Then I've got something to show you," he whispered in my ear, his closeness to me making my entire body shiver. Faster than a heartbeat, we were rushing down the stairs, past chatting people and professors, into a dark, deserted corridor in the dungeons.

We both stopped abruptly, Malfoy suddenly drawing me close. "I love you,"he muttered, tilting my chin up to face him with the tip of his finger. For a moment, we just stood there, our bodies pressed so hard together that we couldfeel the other's heartbeat, before he placed his lips over mine. At first, the kiss was light, giving him a moment to wrap his hands around my waist and me to place my arms around his neck. It only took a moment, though, for the kiss to deepen. Malfoy pressed me up against the wall behind me, but I leaned farther into him in order to avoid the cold stones.

"I love you, too," I muttered between kisses.

& Dream Ends &

helen