((((DRACO'S POV))))

"Is that…her?" I wondered to myself. Felt like aged since I had seen her. Her beautiful smile, her untamed but so gorgeous hair, her sparkling eyes. I did love her. You don't think about someone day and night and dream about them in between if you didn't love them.

"You have dirt on your nose by the way. Did you know? Just there." I heard her say. Then, she closed the doors to that compartment and walked down the rest of the hall of other compartments, towards mine. I opened the doors, just a crack, to see her as she passed. It was her. She had a smile ear to ear on her face. What? What was she…? I didn't have time to think. She came to the doors of the compartment and knocked loudly. I wasn't alone in my compartment. Father told me it would be best to have "goonies" as friends, so I got Crabbe and Goyle.. They'd make me look smarter and tougher he said. I didn't like them though, they were so thick in the head I couldn't carry on a conversation with them. All they knew were caveman grunts and laughing. I motioned for them to answer while I tried to hide my face.

"WHUT!" Crabbe yelled.

"Have you seen a toad?"

"NO!"

I heard her walk away, to the next compartment. I opened the door a crack again, just to see her. She hadn't changed. She asked the same question to the people in the compartment next to mine. Surprisingly, the slid open the doors, and handed her the toad. She let out a sigh of final relief. She starting coming back the other way. She passed my compartment, and then slowed down to peek inside the other compartment next to us. They didn't notice her standing outside the doors. I watched her. What was she doing? Without a word, she walked away, an even bigger smile on her face. I got up quickly, after I was sure she wouldn't come back, and peered into the compartment. There sat a Weasley. Father always had a hate for the Weasleys, I never knew why. I guess it was because he thought that weren't good enough to do magic. And another boy, dark hair, glasses. I didn't know who he was.

(((((((END HIS POV)))))))

I walked out of their compartment, hoping not to make a fool of myself. I like him, Ron. He was so cute. But I didn't want to show it. I didn't want him to know I liked him. I always feared that rejection. To feel for someone when they didn't feel for you. I guess it's only natural to feel that way, as humans. I didn't realize how big I was smiling as I came to the other compartment. The next few minutes were kid of a blur, I don't really remember anything unparticular except a loud "WHUT!" I finally found Trevor and walked him back in Neville's direction. But I stopped right in front of Ron and Harry's compartment. Ron was still trying his magic out and Harry was looking out the window. Ah, he was so cute. I finally snapped back , realizing I had a big slimy toad in my hands.

I apologize again for how lame and lousy and boring it is. Next is the one, you'll see. It feels so kiddy, just the way I'm writing, but if you know my stories, there is SO MUCH more to come.