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Chapter 3:

Day 2 - And the bad continues…

The next morning when I awoke, I snuggled deeper into my bed and reluctantly opened my eyes. There in front of me was Draco, his face less than ten centimetres away from mine. He was still sleeping peacefully and I smiled as he let out a light snore. Then I realised that this was Malfoy for crying out loud and I rolled over away from him as far as possible.

He started moving around, and I was afraid that I'd waken him up. Then I realised that he was still sleeping.

"No, go away!" he squirmed. "Don't do it!"

I gaped at him. He was having a nightmare about who knows what. I imagined all the bribery that I could gain from this. But just one look at his face, so completely terrified and desperate, and for some reason I couldn't bring myself to make fun of his weakness. I wasn't sure whether to wake him up. There was no need however because Malfoy's whole body jerked and I watched him anxiously as he opened his eyes.

He stared at the room confused and then saw me looking at him.

"How long have you been watching me Weasel? Can't get enough of my gorgeous face?" he taunted. He certainly wasn't a morning person.

"No!" I protested loudly, though it was true that he was definitely attractive. How many times had I heard Eliza, Luna and even Hermione on the odd occasion mention that he was incredibly good looking? Now if only his personality wasn't so bad.

"Sure, sure. Well I hate to break it to you, but you'll never get a piece of this." He said, pointing at a part of his body that I don't even want to think about. Madam Pomfrey, some boys are just so demented.

"Stop being such a ferret." I answered back irritated. I decided not to mention his nightmare; I knew he'd just insult me if I said anything about it.

I leapt out of bed and walked over to one of the closets. Opening it, my suspicions were confirmed. Inside were a tonne of clothes and on further inspection, they all seemed to be my size.

Malfoy seeing what I had done, walked to the other closet on the other side of the room and when he opened it, I too could see that there were a whole heap of male clothing inside.

Malfoy watched me suspiciously. "This old woman must have really had it in for you." He spoke sarcastically.

I laughed shakily. "Y-yeah."

I turned back to the wardrobe, trying to ignore the feeling of his eyes boring into the back of my head. I surveyed the clothes and picked out a pair of denim jeans and a white sweater.

Malfoy I noticed, had pulled out a pair of grey pants and a dark green shirt.

"I'm going to have a shower." He told me.

"But I was going to have one."

"You'll just have to wait, Weasel."

He opened the bathroom door and went inside while I sank back down onto the bed. I guess I was just going to have to wait for my turn.

I pondered about my situation. This woman definitely was intent on her plan for Malfoy and me. Though I knew I'd go insane sooner than fall in love with Malfoy.

The minutes ticked by as I waited for Malfoy to finally emerge from his shower.

"Hey Malfoy!" I called, walking over and banging on the door. "Can you hurry up? How long does it take to preen yourself?"

"Wait a minute." He replied, but under his breath I could hear him mutter, "You insane cow."

"I heard that ferret-boy."

Another minute passed and once again I pounded on the bathroom door. "I swear Malfoy that if you don't open this friggin' door I will-" I started though I never got to finish my sentence as he chose this exact moment to open the door.

"Finally." I began, and then saw just exactly what he was wearing…or rather what he wasn't wearing.

He at least had on his jeans, but as he complained next, "For Merlin's sake, I can't even have enough time to put on my shirt!"

And now I sincerely wished that I hadn't been so impatient, because though I'd seen plenty of boys topless (especially growing up with six brothers and being friends with boys such as Colin Creevy and Harry Potter, if you could call him a friend) I had never seen a chest quite like this one.

I know what you're thinking Madam Pomfrey, that I'm just exaggerating, but you had to have been there.

The guy was fit. I could see the muscles rippling through his long tanned torso, I guess being quidditch captain had paid off. His skin was smooth and slightly damp, giving it a light sheen. I swallowed stunned. Oh my…

Never had I been more aware of how Malfoy had changed from the young pale and sickly looking piece of snot that he once was (though he still was a snot).

"What's wrong now? I got out for you now go in!" he barked, and broke my trance. He was gazing at me oddly and it was clear he had no idea of the effect he was having on me, which was quite strange, because usually he's the kind of person who loves showing off that fact that girls simply flock all over him.

"Yeah, yeah Malfoy. Put a sock in it." I goaded him.

I pushed past him and into the bathroom, locking the door once I was inside. I inspected my face in the bathroom mirror. My normally rosy face was now very flushed and my auburn hair was wild.

Sometimes I really hate Malfoy.

I spent what must have been about an hour in the shower relaxing. But when I got out I swore as I realised something. I had left my clothes in the bedroom in my anger.

I grabbed a towel that was hanging behind the door and wrapped it around my body. It's okay. I reasoned. I can simply wish for clothes. I tried wishing and nothing happened. I groaned, obviously the old bag considered me being almost naked a good way to bring Malfoy and me together.

"Malfoy!" I called out. "Can you bring me my clothes? I think I left them on the bed." There was no way I was going to give Malfoy the benefit of seeing me in just a skimpy little towel.

There was no answer.

"Malfoy! Oh Malfoy!" I tried this for fifteen minutes but then finally gave up. I made a quick decision. I'll just have to go out then. I conceded.

I opened the door a fraction and slipped out. I was relieved when I saw that Malfoy was indeed not inside the bedroom. I grabbed my clothes, ran back inside and hastily got changed.

When I emerged from the bathroom for a second time, I decided to find out just where exactly Malfoy had gotten to. I knew that it couldn't be too far. After all, there were only four rooms in this place!

As soon as I stepped out into the lounge room, I found out exactly what had happened. Malfoy was riding about the room on a broomstick. Or a Firebolt to be more precise.

"Whoo hoo!" he shouted.

I grabbed a cushion and aimed it at him. I grinned triumphantly when it managed to hit him square on the face.

"Bugger off!"

"Malfoy, just what do you think you're doing, riding a BROOMSTICK?" I tapped my foot against the floor edgily as I waited for his answer.

"I tried that wishing thing again. I wished for a broomstick and it worked."

"A broomstick? In case you haven't noticed, you incompetent moron, this isn't exactly a quidditch pitch." Had he gone mad? You couldn't fly inside!

"I got bored, and I haven't flown a broomstick for 48 hours. It can do crazy things to a person." He explained.

"Obviously."

Malfoy swooped down past me before I could do anything about it and took the towel out of my hands that I had been using to finish drying my hair.

"Malfoy! Give that back!"

"No, come get it."

"Fine I'll just go get another one."

"So you're too scared to come chase me?" he jeered.

I frowned. Nobody calls me scared.

"You're on." I was going to teach this jerk a lesson.

I wished for another broomstick and climbed on top of it. Malfoy had the grace to look surprised when I didn't fall off it. But I mean, come on. I'd made it on the Gryffindor quidditch team as a chaser last year as I had hoped and planned. Malfoy was so arrogant. Ha, I'll show him.

"Yes Malfoy, I can fly a broom." I stated matter-of-factly.

Malfoy responded by zipping about the room, weaving in and around various obstacles, and I followed.

He was good, I'd give him that much. Actually better than good, Madam Pomfrey, though I wouldn't normally like to admit it. But common on, you must've seen him play at least once so you know what I'm talking about.

We zoomed about. He turned sharply into the kitchen and I closely followed.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer, when all of a sudden he turned back round and I was left to catch up again.

Needless to say, by the time we eventually stopped my hair was completely dry and we were both exhausted. I never did manage to steal that towel back from him.

"I think we now know who's better at flying." He insulted me.

"You were just lucky."

"Upset?" he smirked.

"No!" I replied hotly, though I couldn't help wonder at the fact that flying was the only time I'd actually seen him smile. Most of the time he either smirked or leered at you even when he was doing his prefect duties (can you believe that he was chosen as a prefect? And as a sixth year prefect I sadly have to work with him), smiling he seemed to save for quidditch.

My stomach decided to choose at that moment to rumble.

"Hungry, Weasley? You should be used to it by now."

"Ha ha. You're so funny." Didn't he ever tire of the same old insults?

I made my way into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

Let me see, what did I feel like having? I grabbed a plate of seafood and sat down at the kitchen table.

"I wanted seafood!" Malfoy whinged when he saw what I was eating.

"Stop being such a baby. I'm sure there's more in the fridge."

He opened it and like I had said, there was another platter there waiting for him.

We sat down facing each other in silence, both concentrating on eating.

When we had both eventually finished, we used magic to clean the plates and placed them in the sink. It's what we had done yesterday, and from what I could see, the plates from the day before were now gone. At least the old woman's spell was good in that respect.

"So," Malfoy began. "Missing Scarface already?"

I clucked my tongue in disapproval. "Don't call him that."

"That's right I forgot. You're completely obsessed with him."

"I am not!"

"Are too. You practically have to wipe the drool from your mouth whenever you're around him. Perfect Potter and his wonderful two sidekicks: Big Weasel and bookworm." He spoke bitterly.

"You're just jealous." My voice rose.

"Me, jealous? Of Potter? I don't think so."

"Yes, you are. Because everyone simply adores them. Because everyone looks up to them. Because they've saved Hogwarts dozens of times. Because Harry's better at quidditch than you are! And because they're closer to perfection than you'll ever be!" I spat out accusingly. Now that I think about it, I wonder at the rubbish I had spoken. I didn't really believe most of that about Harry and co., though I had always suspected that Malfoy was jealous of them for some reason.

I could see a vein in Malfoy's forehead start to throb that I had not seen before. He must be really mad. I thought.

"Well what about you? You're simply sickening the way you crawl up to those three, when it's clear to everyone that you simply don't belong to them and they simply see you as a pain in the arse. It's pathetic. In fact, it's obvious to anyone that they simply despise you. You're just a desperate muggle loving, dirt-poor piece of trash. Actually no, screw that, everyone can see they don't even pay enough attention to you in the first place for them to even think of anything about you other than the fact that you don't, and never will, belong!" he burst out with such rage that I cowered frightened before him.

He breathed deeply as his face started to fade from the deep red colour that it had become.

I blinked miserably up at him, trying not to let tears well up in my eyes. He'd really hit right home at that one, and I didn't want to let him see how much he'd hurt me. I had thought that I was stronger than that.

I lowered my eyelids as he continued to glare at me.

"I think I'll go watch some telly-vision or whatever you call it." I whispered.

I walked out hunched over.

"Weasley-" I heard him follow me.

"Shut up, haven't you already done enough damage?"

I could see from out of the corner of my eye Malfoy pause walking. "I'll be in our room." He slowly informed me, walking away. If I'd been in a happier mood, I would have sniggered at the fact that we were starting to sound like an old married couple.

I flicked on the telly-vision to find the same crazy show on from yesterday. This time a girl was on there discussing how she had become pregnant by a transsexual. For some reason though, my mind couldn't seem to concentrate on what was happening. Underneath the calm façade that I had put up, there was a whirl of emotions. Is that what everyone thought of me? As some pathetic excuse for a human being? As some hanger-on, desperate to fit in?

Needless to say, for the rest of the day, Malfoy and I avoided each other. And later that night when it was time to go to bed, we lay silently at opposite ends both clearly awake. Neither of us able to get to sleep.

For a long time.

A/N: Don't you just love the tension? Next chapter we'll find out just exactly how Ginny and Draco first met. Anyway, thanks so much for all your reviews – I love reading them and I really appreciate it.

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awaiting impatient person: yeah, most of what Malfoy says is pretty much just to annoy Ginny, it's not necessarily what he actually thinks. And I agree about Jerry Springer lol! I really want to update this story fast, probably because it's so much harder for me to write if I take a long time and have long breaks when it comes to writing (which explains delays in Sarah Enchanted and all my other stories). I'm trying to do this story differently. Thanks for the review!

softlove91: Thanks so much! Yeah I do live in Australia, and I love H&A – I completely agree with you about Jack and Lucas. About the affair thing on Jerry Springer, with the guy and incest with having an affair with his brother – I actually saw an episode (Yep, I'm embarrassed to admit it, every so often I watch the show when there's nothing else on) with that happen. This girl found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her… with his brother. Disturbing, huh? Thanks for your review!

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