Disclaimer: I don't own anything, though I wish I did. The Characters, Location, and everything belong to JK Rowling. The lyrics in this song are from Leann Walmack.

Author's Note: This is not compliant with HBP. I love the book, but it makes a pre-started story hard to continue.

The Trouble With Draco Malfoy

Chapter Six: I know why the river runs

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Remember all of you geeses, Draco is not an ass. He has mixed up priorities and he just doesn't know what to do with himself

The train had stopped and we were at Hogwarts. No one would ever know that for that moment, Mandi had come out on top. No one would ever know that she had bested Draco Malfoy by not breaking. Pansy, Goyle, and Crabbe had been threatened. We had enough dirt on all of them to make their lives hell.

We left all of our stuff in the train and went to take the boats across the lake. Draco decided to be a gentleman and ride with Mandi, Becca, and me. I thought it was very sweet of him, considering that ten minutes ago he had been such an ass, not that I would ever admit that to anyone.

We got into the hall and the bitch, commonly referred to as Professor McGonagal, told as to wait as the other students prepared to accept us. In other words, they weren't ready. I wanted to be on the good side of Draco so I held his hand. It was hard to imagine we were only eleven years old, but like I say, we grew up around this type of thing, it is only natural that we follow.

I managed to look bored and hide my wonder as we walked into the great hall. It was amazing, but I had seen it before. The Malfoy's had it in the spare bedroom that they always put me in. I loved looking at the stars in the ceiling. We all walked up to the front and stood in front of the teachers.

I didn't listen to Professor McGonagal as she went on. I knew the basic instructions after watching a few people. Walk to stool with the ugly hat, put on hat, go to table that claps the most. I soon found out where Slytherin was since Draco went there.

That year we had a bunch of cool people in our house. The most amazing thing that happened, though, is that Pansy Parkinson made Hufflepuff. I mean it was like the most humiliating thing that ever happened to the poor bitch. We had five first year girls. Millicent and Blaise had formed a kind of 'wanna be' group. They wanted to know Draco so much but they were already behind because the other group, Mandi, Becca, and I, had already gotten there. There were five first year boys. Draco, Goyle, Crabbe, Thomas Nott, and Markus Colby. If truth be told, I kind of liked Markus. He was cute and by far the nicest of the boys; quiet the gentlemen. But I couldn't think like that. What was I trying to do, get myself killed?

The feast was wonderful. I was so tired by the end that I didn't even listen to Dumbledore's announcements. I couldn't wait for our prefect to lead us to the common room and let me sleep.

Suddenly Draco decided to put a damper on my evening. "Congratulation, Mollie, my love. You made it into Slytherin. I expect that I will be seeing quite a bit of you in our own private living room. Come along, my dear, walk me to my room." He stood up and took my hand and continued to pull me along. I was so tired, I didn't try resist.

The prefect announced that the password to the common room was 'snake pit.' Then he took us aside and told us the password for our own living quarters; 'green river runs.' Draco pulled me along and sat me in a chair, intent on talking to me. The only problem is that by the time he reached his chair, I was asleep, once again breaking his cardinal rule; I wasn't listening to him. I lost his love, or any kindness I might have had for that immediate time period. Only time would tell if we would get together. While sleeping I dreamed of the chorus of a muggle song that I heard once:

I know why the river runs

To a place somewhere far away

I know why the sky is cryin'

When there aren't any words to say

I knew as soon as I woke up and Draco had left me where I was, I had once again blown it, and that this time, it wouldn't go unpunished. I don't know what he will do, but I know it will be hell. I guess even the river knows better then to be around when Draco Malfoy is in a foul mood. I guess that I know why the river runs to a place somewhere far from here. To escape my insane fiancé.

As I got in my bed, I felt a lump and a groan. Oh, god, tell me I hadn't found my way to Draco's room. He would kill me. But I looked around and those were undoubtedly my 27 bags. "So glad you decided to finally talk to me, my love. Or I guess that is why you have decided to finally come to bed at this ungodly hour. Sit, talk."

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"Preparing to decide you punishment."