Though they do pretend
They won't go when I go
All those bleeding hearts
With sorrows to impart
Were right here from the start
And they won't go when I go


And I'll go where I've longed
To go so long
Away from tears


Gone from painful cries
Away from saddened eyes
Along with him I'll bide
Because they won't go when I go
Big men feeling small
Weak ones standing tall
I will watch them fall


They won't go when I go
And I'll go where I've longed
To go so long
Away from tears

Draco watched from the window in the hospital wing as the other kids came back from summer break. It was Thursday, he only had five day's to get home and see how things were going to run when he left.

"Draco?" a voice said from behind him.

Granger had taken to calling him that now. He'd tried to curb the usage of Granger, but it was a lost cause to him.

"What?" he snapped, not bothering to turn, she'd come around to look at him anyway's.

"Are you okay? You missed the train, shouldn't you be out by now?" she asked.

"I know I missed the bloody train, Granger. As you can see I'm not out yet." he didn't feel like talking but it never seemed to bother her.

Soon enough she stepped in front of him, his attention now diverted to her chest, which wasn't bad at all.

"I'm going to talk to Madam Pomfrey. Being in here has made you go mad." with that Granger walked away and walked to the office the old woman lived in. "Madam Pomfrey? It's Hermione Granger, Ma'am" she said after he heard the door open.

"Yes Miss. Granger?" the woman asked, her voice a lot warmer than what it usually was when she spoke to him.

"I've come to bring Malfoy back to the common room, is it safe to?" Granger asked in her small little voice.

"Yes, I expect he's fine to go. I don't know how you'll make it though the year deary. He's a great belly crier, that one is." Draco hear the nurse warn.

"Madam Pomfrey, he's not that bad. I'll be fine this year, he's a puppy dog under all the roughness." he heard the laugher in her voice.

"Well, Godspeed, none the less." he heard the woman mutter before the door was closed again.

"Come on, Draco, time to go." Granger said, standing in front of him again, his book's tucked under her arms.

"I can carry my own books, Granger." he snarled at her, she was touching his things without asking, the nerve of the girl.

"Sorry for trying to be nice." she said hotly, her face turning a pale pink.

"Let's go." he ordered, snatching his books from her and leading the way out of the hospital wing.

He didn't know if she followed but he didn't really care either.

"Draco, we should just go straight to the hall, it's almost time for the sorting." she called after him.

Draco turned around to find the chit at the far staircase, almost out of sight save the hair on the top of her head. He looked down at the books in his hands and sighed disgustedly. He didn't want to go to the Great hall, it was over rated.

"Fine." he grumbled, not happy that what she said had made sense.

He followed her to and into the Great Hall. He went to sit at the head of the Slytherin table while Granger did the same at Gryffindor. The first years were ushered in and the sorting hat was placed on the stool, then the thing began to sing, like every year.

'Well all, both young and new,

something, something,

it just went on and on,

Ravenclaw is something and true, maybe,

Hufflepuff has some qualities about them,

Slytherin, while cunning and of wit, will never soon to something,

Gryffindor was something or other,

blah blah blah....

The Sorting Hat.'

That was all Draco took in from the song. The song was too bloody long for him, it should just explain the houses in one sentence each, totaling to 5 sentences. It really couldn't be that hard. The feast went on like it did every year, the Slytherin's complaining about their summers and who joined the 'Dark Lord'. It wasn't really anything interesting. Draco's attention span was never one to be sought after, by far, so when a peal of laughter came from a table down his head snapped over. It was Granger, talking to a first year but what it seemed. The kid looked glad to have some one to talk to and to be truthful, Draco wouldn't mind if Granger was over here talking to him, although he'd never admit it, Slytherin wasn't all it was cracked up to be, yes they hated the other housed with a fiery passion, but they also felt the same way about their house mates.

"Drakey, you didn't answer any of my letters of the summer? Why not, I missed you so much, maybe we could pick up where we left off last year?" Parkinson's whinny voice came from beside him.

Draco looked over to see a dazed first year standing up, obviously pushed off the bench. Draco ignored the girl trying to get his attention and reached to the first year to straighten his collar.

"Thank you." the boy said, his voice squeaking slightly.

"Parkinson, you're in his seat." he said coldly.

"But Drakey!"

"Move." he ordered, sick of trying to be nice.

He looked away before he could see her face try to pout. The rest of the feast was un-eventful and none to soon they were dismissed and Draco made his way back to the common room.

"Granger, what took you so long?" he asked when the portrait swung open to show a very frazzled looking Granger.

"You were supposed to help with the first year's, making sure they were alright." she huffed at him, stalking over to him and stopping right before him.

"so, I was never informed." he defended himself.

"I can't believe this! Dumbledore told us when he came to the hospital wing one day." she explained with vanishing patience.

"Oops." he answered, looking up at her from his place on the couch.

"We start classes on Monday, Draco, please don't act like this during those too." she said softly, turning to go to her room.

Before she stepped away a pounding came from the portrait. A muffled voice could be heard then the portrait opened to reveal Parkinson.

"Drakey, now we can finally pick up where we left off." she said as she walked in.

Draco looked from her to Granger then did the only thing that would make her leave him alone, for good.

"What are you doing here Mudblood?"

Draco grasped Granger's wrist and tugged her down onto his lap. Before she could protest his lips were on hers, his tongue running over her closed lip's before they parted slightly. Gaining entrance he slid his tongue in and stroked hers, momentarily getting lost in the feelings running through him by the simple kiss. He tore his lips away from hers and looked up at Parkinson, who was the color of the walls in his rooms. It suited her.

"That's what she's doing in here." he answered before standing up, taking Granger's hand, and leading her to his room.

After the portrait closed he could hear Parkinson screaming at him. He tuned her out and turned to look at a very red Granger.

Hey everyone, sorry that it took so long to update! I'll do thank you's within the next couple of day's. Happy Christmas.