A/N: Wow, thank you guys for the reviews! You made my day.
It seems that many people like the story despite themselves, and I'm glad you do! Hope you will enjoy the next chapter, even though it's a little short.
Ice-cream for those who find thereference to a movie (it's really easy).

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4. First breakdown

Did I drift off again? Yes, I think I did. What I was trying to tell you all along (but then you came in being all nosey about my past and how come Draco Malfoy is my personal pain-in-the-butt) was that I was in Diagon Alley, trying to drink a butterbeer peacefully. But of course I was disturbed by above mentioned butt-pain who got himself some ice cream, sat down at my table shyly, but without asking for my permission, and licked away. This was the state in which Heavy Poofhead found us, and I splattered my beverage all over my front because he looks so damn gorgeous. He and Mr. Draco 'my cock is ferret-size' Malfoy had become some sorts of comrades, nodding at each other bumptious as if they shared this big secret, whenever they met. He (Poofhead, that is) sat down with us, helping himself to some of my butterbeer. I licked the spot where his lips had touched the bottle, and took it home for my shrine.

Did I say shrine? No no, what I meant is 'Schwein' (1) which means 'pig' in German. Yes, that's it; I was going to feed the bottle touched by the full lips of my ex-boyfriend and one-true-love to the pigs so I could get rid of his germs… I mean, why would I have a shrine for Mr. Heavy 'I'm the saviour of Rome' Poofhead? 'Tis not like I'm still hoping against hope – duh!

Anyway, Malfoy (henceforth to be known as Tail, or simply: annoying, bratty, ratty, spoiled son-of-a-Death-Eater) put on his 'hurt by Ginny' expression which he always wears when I do something Tonks-ish because Harry shows up unexpectedly, and stopped licking his ice cream. Then Ron and Hermione (they are like Siamese twins now) showed up and Ron finished Tail's ice cream. That's when Justin Finch-Fletchley strolled by. He was surrounded by his usual gang of Hufflepuffs; all looked rather pale and worn from losing parents and other family members. Of all the houses, Hufflepuff had lost most students or those connected to them, since they have so many Muggle-borns which were targeted by Voldemort first.

When he spotted us, he pointed his bony index at him (i.e. my tail), approached us slowly and then spat out the worst insults my innocent ears have yet been penetrated with. He even called him a fag, though anyone who hasn't completely lost their marbles knows that he's way into me. But alas! People only see what they want to see. Malfoy paled to a ghostly shade of white, his shoulders caved in and he dropped his eyes to a point on the table right in front of him. He always does that when somebody starts insulting him for his parentage and former actions.

I agree with Justin, I'd insult any Death Eater's child that came my way if they had killed someone close to me. Lucky them; my family's still the way it was, short of my dad's leg, of course, plus some Phlegm, but that's not the Death Eaters' fault. Else, they would know what it means to be tackled down by Ginny Weasley when least expected… still, Malfoy did help a great deal with information and his skills in combat. He might be a coward, but when it comes down to protecting me, he doesn't know no fear, that one doesn't.

So, to everyone's greatest surprise (including myself) Justin Finch-Fletchley was covered in pustules before Harry the Poof and Ron the Weasel could even start to defend their new 'friend' and never-to-become brother-in-law. Got it? NEVER-TO-BECOME! And before Justin knew what had hit him I had nailed him to the ground, shouting something close to:

'YOU MINDLESS LITTLE GOOSEBERRY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING INSULTING HIM WHEN HE HELPED DEFEAT VOLDEMORT WHO WOULD STILL BE RUNNING AROUND KILLING INNOCENT IF IT WASN'T FOR SOME SERIOUS INFORMATION WE RECEIVED THROUGH HIS HANDS AND WHERE WERE YOU FOR THE FINAL BATTLE ANYWAY AND DID YOU KNOW THAT HE RISKED HIS LIFE TO KEEP ME SAFE WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE'

And I kept on ranting, kicking my feet and shaking my fists even when my brother and Harry (sending shivers down my spine) heaved me off of Justin who fled with his friends. Malfoy had a stupid glint in his eyes which were, if possible, even rounder and bigger than usual, the ugly little ferret!

Now, why was everybody staring at me? I'm not heartless, anyone can see that Malfoy regrets his past (he damn well should, too!) so what's the point in making his life more miserable than italready is? Still, I'm slightly concerned. Why did I do it? He is annoying, selfish and stalks me twenty-four seven, plus the fact that I hate him – by now I have come to the conclusion that since it was I who saved his life I kind of feel responsible for his well-being. None but me insults, threatens or yells at him!

On top of that, I was thinking of turning him into a mindless minion, my first disciple for my quest to become the most powerful bad-bogey-hex-caster of this century (and the next)… wait a minute – I've achieved that status already. Nobody beats me when it comes down to bad-bogeys; proof's a certain Mr. Finch-Fletchley.

Hey hey, Doctor! Just kidding! I didn't mean anything by it, honestly. Do I have to write 'irony' after each and every sentence? Well, get a life and stop intruding 'my thoughts and feelings'!

Fact is: I still hate Malfoy.

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(1) Pronounce: shwine