We got paired as partners in Arithmancy class together, much to my chagrin. I thought he would bother me all throughout the lesson that I wanted to die so badly- Voldemort could swoop in and Avada me, and I would be standing still. I thanked my lucky charms that he didn't bother me during class- he seemed to be focused on our task and willing to cooperate and not fool around. We were able to finish a good part of our project at the near end of class, so Professor Vector let us out early.

"What are you doing later?" he asked as he walked with me to the Great Hall.

"Nothing that concerns you," I said curtly.

"Why are you so cold?" he asked.

"Do I need a reason to be?"

"Yes, because for the life of me I don't understand."

I stopped.

"Should I give you a list?"

He stared at me.

"Is this about all the rumors you hear going about?"

"Maybe," I said, turning on my heel.

He pulled me back to him. I took him hand off my arm and took a few steps back, crossing my arms.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

Oh, if I could just wipe it off his face.

"Hardly," I said, rolling my eyes. As I walked away from him, he called out.

"Bye love! Take care!"

I could barely conceal my fury, walking to the Great Hall with fists clenched and a red face. How dare he call me love!

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I'd been having the worst day of my life- we'd been tested in Transfiguration- both written and practical, been bitten by the Venomous Tentacula and had to miss the rest of Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts, went to Potions class and for the first time ever, my potion went wrong. Not slightly wrong like it was a bit off-color; really wrong. It was all gloopy when it was supposed to be like free-flowing like water. I simply couldn't believe it. As soon as Professor Snape gave me a T, I quickly got rid of the potion and ran out of there.

I ran to the library, not caring if I accidentally bumped into people on the way. I just needed to be alone, to recall what I did wrong. Oh, and to cry in peace. I sat at my table in the library and just cried and cried for a while. When I felt composed enough to study what went wrong, he sat at my table.

"How are you love?" he asked quietly, reaching out to take my hand but I avoided his.

"Stop calling me love," I hissed.

"Why not?" he asked, brow furrowed.

I didn't think he was stupid at all.

"Because (a) we are not going out, and (b) I don't even like you," I said glaring at him.

He froze.

"Just tell me you don't like me, and I'll stop." he said in this unreadable tone.

"I just did! I-don't-like-you!" I said, slightly raising my voice.

He walked away from me without a backward glance.

Thank goodness, I thought.

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The next day it was all over the school that he was flirting with someone else. I felt relieved that he stopped; finally I could enjoy my last year at Hogwarts without any distractions. In addition to him stalking me, the school buzzed over why he supposedly liked me. In the weeks that he followed me around, people formed different opinions. Some, like McGonagall thought it was nice to see Inter-House unity, and thought he was so kind and sweet to a girl like me; and that he's breaking away from the Slytherin mold. Some thought he was a slimy git out to get me, Harry and Ron. The Slytherins know better than to say or do something stupid, so they for the most part kept to themselves.

We were let out early again in Arithmancy at the end of the week. He just stood by the door as I walked away. I supposed he was waiting for his new girlfriend. Mentally shrugging, I was heading to the girls' loo when he said something to piss me off again. All the peace I'd had in me was destroyed.

"Have you missed me love?"

I spun on my heel and marched over to him.

"What made you think I ever would?" I said furiously, with my hands on my hips.

He lifted my chin and ran his fingers along my jawline.

Who gave him the right to do that!

I swatted his hand away and rubbed my face.

He smirked at my bewildered expression; I shook my head in annoyance and glared at him.

"I know you miss me love, just admit it," he said with a small smirk.

I could only stare at him.

Do I?

I snapped out of it.

"Go snog your new girlfriend!" I called as I started to walk away again.

"She's not my girlfriend!" he yelled as I didn't turn back.

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Hehe, so how was Chapter 3? Please don't throw me out the window yet..:P I did say this was unrequited loveXD

Thanks to my reviewers!

Un Petit Diable: Yeah, Hermione's going to be doing that for the duration of the story- being the stubborn girl she is:P

Queen of Serpents: Happy birthday:D I know, he's cute like that. Haha.;)

Padfoot's Sidekick: Thanks:) Yeah well you know.. Slytherins are eviiil in their opinion. Funny, considering Harry almost went into Slytherin.:)