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First the good news
It's gonna feel really nice
Then the bad news
You gotta pay a heavy price
Rip tide,we slide we ride on a deep forbidden sea
Under we go-so slow
And you're hanging onto me

And I say
Oh oh one more addiction in my life
Oh one more connection to let go
Oh floating down the river
out of sight forever (from my world)
It's the only thing I know how to do

I reject you
But I can't follow through
I'd forget you
But you'd end up tappin' on my back door
Somehow I lost myself
In a tunnel long and black
Somewhere,at the end,I pretend
There's a way of turning back

Natalie Imbruglia- One More Addiction

'I don't want to feel this way, I don't want you to cry. I don't want to bring you down, when you were meant to fly. I've done everything in my power, to try to push you out. I've turned to close and lock the door, to find you asking what I'm about. You've been there through my good times and even through my worst, but most times I want you gone from here, sometimes I want you to hurt.'

Draco looked up from his parchment and glanced around the classroom. Snape was sitting at his desk in the front of the classroom, head down as he marked papers. The potions master stopped grading long enough to glance around the classroom, his expression blank and eyes narrowed. Draco met his gaze and held it for a second before glancing back down at his paper. When he looked back up Granger was turned around, following Snape's gaze to the back of the classroom, where he sat.

"Mr. Malfoy, is there a reason you feel that you are above doing the work assigned?" the teacher asked as he arched a black brow, noticing that Granger's gaze fell on Draco's empty cauldron and clean desk.

"I'm sorry, sir. I've done the assignment and I've already turned it into you." Draco explained before he became aware of the silence in the room. Everyone had stopped moving, and had even seemed to stop breathing, in order to listen to the conversation.

"Mr. Malfoy, please follow me." Snape said suddenly, standing up and walking through a door on the far wall of the classroom.

"Yes, sir." he answered as he stood up and followed the older man into the private lab.

"Draco, you may be my Godson but that doesn't make it right for me to give you work before classes. No one is to know of you completing lessons before class. I don't want to have this talk with you again. Now go back into the classroom and do the potion." Snape said in a low voice, partially for privacy, partially in anger.

"Yes, sir." Draco said again before turning and leaving the lab to join his classmates. He was in advanced potions so the class was rather small. Granger sat in the front row, of course, while everyone else in the class sat in the middle or back. She was the only Gryffindor in the classroom, he was the only Slytherin; you'd think they would band together to protect themselves from the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

"Mr. Malfoy, your potion."

Draco turned slightly to see his Godfather staring at him and made his way to the back of the classroom. He sat in silence as he chopped Holltic root and added the ingredient into the potion. The Holltic root was the last ingredient to be added, so he gathered his supplies, put them away, and bottled the potion. The class was boring at best but it was easy for him. He got to complete assignments before classes, leaving him free time during potions to finish his work from Transfiguration. He wasn't the best in the class but there was no reason for his grades to reflect it.

"Draco, are you aware that class has ended?" Snape asked, jerking Draco from his thoughts.

Draco didn't answer, just stood and walked out of the classroom. He thought back to the poem he'd written in the beginning of class. He'd been thinking about his feelings toward the girl he shared a common room with.

"Watch it, Malfoy!"

"What?" He growled at the person who had just ploughed into him. "You just ran into me."

He looked into the face of Granger. She glared at him then bent down to pick up something on the floor.

"Why did you run into me?" he asked her as he nudged a book just out of her reach. He smirked when she sent another glare his way and the stretched her arm farther to reach the book.

"I didn't run into you, Ferret. I was standing here and you drove into me from behind. You weren't even watching where you were going." she hissed at him.

"Whoa, I thought all Gryffindor kittens were de-clawed before they came to Hogwarts." he laughed at her. "Granger, get out of my way." he said with a sigh while pushing her again when she gained her footing.

He walked away with a smile on his face as he heard her books fall to the ground once more. She muttered something about hexing his balls off and then he heard a sigh. He turned to look at her and found her leaning down picking up the books that had just fallen out of her arms for the second time in two minutes. Now she would stay out of his way. He made his way back to the common room, deciding to pass on lunch. When he opened the door to his room he found his owl on his desk.

"Asil, how did you get here?" he asked the owl as he walked over and relieved him of the letter.

"Do you have a letter from Raliegh?" he asked again, his voice raising an octave. He'd always had a soft spot for his owl. His mother had bought Asil for him when he was a first year. "Thank you, Asil."

He gave the owl a treat and ruffled its feathers. After the owl was comfortable on its perch Draco sat down on his bed to read the letter.

'Draco,

I miss you; Mama says that you're going to live with us in the summer. I can't wait. Are you going to show me how to ride a broom? You promised you would last time you were here. I learned a new spell. It's called Knots. It puts out lights, did you learn it yet? I have to go now; Mama says I have to go take a bath. I want you to teach me how to ride a broom when you come, Draco, PLEASE.

Love,

Raliegh Aleisha Malfoy'

Draco re-read the letter from his sister. She'd stayed with their aunt from basically birth, his father making it clear that a girl wouldn't fit into his plans. His father didn't want a child that wouldn't be able to carry the Malfoy name. She didn't know about the arrangement and probably never would. She thought he was a cousin that just happened to look exactly like her. Few people knew about her, then again she was only six, she hadn't had time to make her mark on the world. Goyle and Crabbe didn't know about her, his father wouldn't have known about her if he hadn't come home from a meeting and found his wife in labor. Lucius had a thing for leaving for months on end. The longest he was ever gone had been a year and seven months. Draco could remember that year being the best of his life. His mother had come out of her shell and they had acted like a family. After his father came home he didn't see his mother for almost a year. It was his punishment for acting like a child. He missed her; she didn't deserve the life she had.

"Malfoy? Why weren't you at lunch?" Granger asked from the bathroom door. He didn't know how long she'd been standing there but it didn't seem like it had been long.

"Why the hell do you care? I don't ask you why you're always at dinner pecking at your food like a bird. Stay out of my eating habits."

"Shut up, Malfoy. An owl came for you, then when it couldn't find you Dumbledore got the letter and gave it to me to give to you." she explained as she threw a letter at him. "I didn't look at it."

"I can tell, you stupid muggle. The seal isn't broken." he shot at her, smirking at the color that rose in her cheeks.

She turned and left the room, leaving him alone with the un-opened letter. He flipped it around and froze when he glanced at the seal.