A/N: Okay, my last chapter only got like one review. I need this to have more, if you please will review. I'm really pissed at someone, so sorry if it seems a bit intense. This will end up how I end up, maybe. Oh, and if anyone who reads this is british, sorry for any American terminology. I have a British phrase book for my trip to london this coming New Year's, but I am incredibly lazy and don't feel like reading it. I'll pick it up well enough, although I do wish the movies were more British and didn't have an American version period. I did find out that the in my story, the real person, hates me, so I'll have a surprise at the end. I added another character to make it more interesting, and a bit more realistic as to my situations, because it makes for an interesting story.

Disclaimer: Not mine, and I don't want any guys that belong to JKR, esp. Draco, who looks way too much like one guy at my school who I'm currently very mad at.

I looked into his cold gray eyes, and from behind his back, he pulled a note. The parchment looked expensive and new, and I wondered why he couldn't give it to me by owl. I thought it would be better if I delivered it personally. I don't think you would have appreciated getting this by owl. he said in an explanation. I was so incredibly lost at what it could have said. I sat down and opened it, and as I read it, my eyes grew steadily darker. I knew that I would never have thought twice about Malfoy had I read the note before. I was hurt, as I read it, but that hurt slowly turned to anger.

Why would you write something like this? Do you sincerely mean this, that you don't like me, that I was never anything to you? I was angry, and upset, to say the least.

No, that's not what I meant. I meant that there's just no way that we can be together. Who would understand and accept us being friends, or anything else? I doubt that they would even accept us as acquaintances, for lack of reasons other than that our families hate each other and are from completely different backgrounds. I just don't want to live with that pain from my family and friends, for one good friend, since I know that is what we would be. I get so fed up with dealing with them, and it would be suicide to befriend you, even though I wish it could be so badly. I'm sure that you'll find a friend that you're more comfortable with. He said, a pleading look in his eyes asking for forgiveness.

I wouldn't take it. I stormed back to the common room, grateful that it was almost empty, except for a few first years who were studying for a potions test that they had the next day. I was mad, to say the least. I just knew that he would never love me the way that I wanted to be loved, he would never like me as a friend.

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The next several days we were very distant. I would look his way, and he would look away from me, like he had been looking my way for some time. I wished that I had known what was truly going on inside his head. He was always with friends, it seemed. He liked to be surrounded by people and the center of attention. It was odd seeing him and knowing that it would never work out. We were from two completely different worlds. It hit me hard, because I had been so sure that I had liked him. And now that I have seen more of how he is around his friends, I'm not so sure that I want to be even friends with him.

He is a complete arse, I've decided. He acts as though he's king of the world, when there are few who like him and few who fear him. He doesn't realize that he has so little power, and one day he will, and I've figured that it will come back to haunt him.

I also realized that I may have clinical depression. It would explain my need to end my life, and it would explain why I never know how to handle my problems. I just don't know. I know that I do need to talk to someone about it. I don't know who I can turn to though. I have no friends of my own, and my brother's friends aren't exactly people I want to turn to, along with Ron himself. I have what seems like nobody, and it is really killing me.

I am slowly getting better, but this incident with Draco is making life so much worse, and I'm about to resort to a knife. I've only given myself one cut, and scared myself when I did so, so I never did it again, but now I think that it's the only way to relieve my pain. I have to find a knife that will not hurt very badly. I won't slit my wrists, just somewhere on my arms, or my legs, or some place. Just to have a moment without the emotional pain.

I walked to the kitchens, deciding that I wanted a snack. I tickled the pear, having been shown by Ron in a previous year how to get in. As I entered, the smell of cookies filled my nose. I looked up to see a boy a couple of years older than me, but not much taller, sitting at a table. I was so glad that I had been there at that moment, because he looked up and smiled. He introduced himself as Lucifer, and I introduced myself as Virginia. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place who he looked like.

I sat down beside him, and we started talking. I told him about me in general, my classes and house and all. He told me about his house, Slytherin, and I found out that he was a seventh year and he took divination for a year.

We sat and ate and drank for a couple of hours. I had a blast talking to him, and I wondered why he was in Slytherin. He seemed so nice, and he didn't fit the Slytherin personality. He knew that I was a Gryffindor, and he still talked to me as if I was a real person. I liked that. As we talked, I found out that he had written some stories. I told him that I had written a couple of songs, so he asked me to sing one. I didn't want to, because I was on the shy side, but he talked me into it. So I sang for him a song that I had written.

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So, what do you think?

I'm impressed. The lyrics and the tune are really good. How long did it take you to write?

It only took me about half an hour.

Wow. I'm amazed, I didn't think anyone could write lyrics that fast.

Thank you. Yeah, I have a couple of others, but I don't feel like sharing them right now. A couple have a lot of anger in them.

You write songs when you're angry?

Yeah, I found out that it's better to channel my angry energy into something productive instead of something destructive.

It's a good way to channel that energy, I agree.

Wow, it's getting late, I really should get back to Gryffindor before anyone knows that I'm gone. Besides, I'm still fuming over something that someone wrote to me.

Yeah, who is it?

Draco Malfoy. You probably know him.

Damn right I know him. He's my brother. I dropped my jaw when he said this. What exactly did he write to you?

Well, here's the note. Keep it if you want, because I don't want it.

Dear Weasley,

I know that you really like me. I am truly sorry to tell you this, but I just don't feel the same way. I don't like you as a friend, even, so I think it would be best if we didn't acknowledge the presence of each other in the halls and such, because that will make it harder for you to accept if you acknowledge me.

Sincerely, D.M.

Wow, that's harsh. I knew that he didn't like someone, but I didn't think it would be a sweet girl like you. I hope that you don't feel too hurt by this.

No, not hurt, just incredibly mad. I was so happy that I may have found someone who liked me for me, and then I found out that he didn't like me that way, or at all, for that matter.

Don't worry. I'll see what I can do to set him straight.

A/N: A bit of a cliffie. I wanted to get this out to all of you, because I thought that you could use another chapter before I lose followers. I hope that you all liked Lucifer Malfoy. It's based upon the brother of my Draco. I must say that I'm quite pleased with where this chapter went. I also can't wait to see what happens when and I get into a fight at school, because I can see it happening. I did write a song, but I'm afraid to have it stolen if it's put up. Sorry, but that'll have to remain a mystery to all of you. If you really want the lyrics, you can e-mail me, but I don't want to have them somewhere where anyone could steal them.

Slán go fóill,
Clarinet Girl Lyss