A/N: This is one of the few chapters that is going to be in someone else's P.O.V. In this case, it's Draco's. Then it's going to finish in Hannah's. So…enjoy, and Reviews are loved!

Chapter 18

What the Hell is Happening to Me?

I looked at Hannah as she walked out of the common room. Nott was smirking triumphantly.

"That was easier than I thought it would be." Nott said, stretching across the couch.

"What are you on about?" I demanded, glaring at him.

"Ask Hannah out, stupid! She said yes!" Nott said, rolling his eyes.

I gaped and ran out of the common room as fast as I could.

I was mad. They all knew I liked Hannah! How could that happen to me? It's not fair…just…not fair.

It wasn't fair that Pansy asked me out before I asked Hannah out. It wasn't fair that Nott asked Hannah out before I did. And it definitely wasn't fair that Hannah said yes to him.

But then again, it made a lot of sense. Hannah did seem upset that Pansy and I were going out. And Nott did get to her before I did. So…it did seem right.

I turned right and slowed down. I saw Crabbe and Goyle talking to Weasley's older brother.

"Crabbe! Goyle! Where have you two been!" I demanded, walking over to the two of them.

I looked over to Goyle, and he was wearing glasses…just like…Potter's.

"Why are you wearing glasses?" I asked Goyle suspiciously.

Goyle's eyes widened behind the glasses as he took them off. "Um…reading." he said quickly.

I looked at him suspiciously "Reading?" I asked "I never knew you read." I turned to Weasley "And what are you doing down here, Weasley?"

"Mind your attitude, Malfoy." Weasley growled. "Go find your girlfriend."

I glared at him and walked off angry. Crabbe and Goyle following.

When the three of us got back to the common room, I was relieved to see that Nott was gone. So I plopped myself down onto one of the couches.

"Well sit down!" I said, gesturing to the two chairs opposite me.

"I'll never understand how the Weasley's could be assumed as pure blood, the way they behave. They're a disgrace to the name of wizard…all of them!" I said, a little too loudly.

Crabbe clenched a fist.

"What's with you, Crabbe?" I demanded.

"Stomach ache." Crabbe explained.

I made a small face and continued "I'm surprised that the Prophet hasn't done a report on these attacks. Dumbledore's probably trying to hush it up. Father always said he was the worst thing that ever happened to this place."

"You're wrong!" Goyle shouted.

I glared at Goyle and shot up out of pure anger "What!" I yelled "You think there is someone worse than Dumbledore? Do you?" I demanded.

Goyle looked at me terrified "Harry Potter?"

I softened my expression and smirked "Good one, Goyle. You're right. Saint bloody Potter. And people think he's the Heir of Slytherin! And rumours have been circulating that Hannah's the Heir! It's ridiculous!"

"You must have some idea of who's behind it all?" Goyle said stupidly.

I face palmed myself. I was getting increasingly annoyed with them. "You know I don't, Goyle! I told you yesterday! Honestly, if you were any slower you'd be going backwards!"

Goyle and Crabbe looked at me as if I was a bomb waiting to blow up at any second.

"I'm sorry boys," I said.

My eyes widened in shock. I had never apologized to Crabbe and Goyle at all before. What the hell has Hannah done to me!

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other confused. I could have sworn that I heard Crabbe say "This is a side of Malfoy I've never seen before."

"It's just…" I started, fiddling with my tie "…Nott asked Hannah out today and she said yes. I heard her."

"That's awful! Nobody asks out my baby sister!" Goyle shouted. I glared at him.

"You're baby sister!" I shouted.

"I mean…she's like a baby sister to me." Goyle explained quickly.

"Oh…well, anyways, I heard from my Father that the Chamber was opened fifty years ago, he never told me who, just that they were expelled. The last time the Chamber was opened, a Mudblood died! So…it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time. As for me," I stated, my eyes almost glowing from a scheme "I hope it's either Nott, then Hannah will be all mine…or…Granger."

Crabbe tried to come at me, but Goyle held him back.

"What's wrong with you two?" I demanded, giving each of them a weird look "You're acting very…odd!"

Then suddenly, Crabbe and Goyle started to hurry out.

"Medicine for his stomach!" Goyle called out before the door to the common room closed.

Blaise took their place more worried then I ever saw him.

"Hey, Draco," he said "I really think that you and I should get Hannah and Ivy to become friends again."

I scoffed "Why the hell should I help Hannah become friends with Duff again?"

"Because," Blaise said, smirking as he pulled out a piece of parchment "if you don't…I don't think you'd want this," he thrust the parchment into my hands "to go around the school."

I gasped as a large lump formed in my throat. It was a picture of me kissing Hannah on the cheek just before Christmas!

"How did you get this!" I demanded, resisting the urge to smack him.

"I have my ways. Now are you going to help me…or is this going to go around the school?"

I looked down at the picture, and felt a large pit in my stomach and my eyes stinging.

"You know, I could easily run off with this, Blaise. Nobody will believe you." I said, looking up and glaring at him.

"I have more than one copy, oh smart one, enough to put on copy in every classroom." Blaise said smirking.

I gaped and thought about it. If Pansy knew about me kissing Hannah, I'd be dead. But then again…if Nott saw this and Hannah giggling in the picture, he'd dump her, driving her right into my arms again. But then again, they'd be broken because Pansy would kill me.

"All right! All right! You win, I'll help you!" I said after a while.

Blaise nodded and smirked "Good, Saturday, bring Hannah to Lockhart's room, I'll bring Ivy."

At that moment, Hannah barged in, slamming the dungeon door closed behind her.

"I hate that bitch!" she yelled as I hid the picture

I stormed into the dungeons and slammed the door behind me, still fuming from what Duff had said to me.

"I hate that bitch!" I yelled as I threw myself onto a couch.

"Well…I'm going to go…find Ivy." Blaise said as he walked out of the common room, brushing past…Duff as he passed.

"What do you want, Duff?" Draco and I demanded together, glaring at Duff.

"I thought you should know," Duff said, glaring back at me "Hermione's in the hospital wing, she…had an incident with a spell and now she's part cat."

I looked at Draco and we burst into laughter at the same time.

"So the Mudblood turned herself into a cat girl?" I choked out through the fits of giggles.

Then my eyes widened. I just called Hermione…one of my best friends, a Mudblood.

"You know something?" Ivy snapped, glaring at me "You're really turning into a hypocritical, bitchy Slytherin! You reprimanded Malfoy over there," she jerked her head to Draco "for calling Mione a Mudblood, then you call her one! You're a total bitch." she yelled, spinning on her heel and storming out of the room, her red and gold Gryffindor scarf whipping along behind her.

I glared at the door for a moment, then went for my dorms.

"I'll be back in a while." I said harshly making my way up the steps.

The first thing I did when I went up to my dorm was take my hairbrush and chuck it at the mirror in fury, relishing as it shattered.

How dare Ivy call me a bitch! She was the one acting bitchy, not me!

"Damn Gryffindors." I hissed, clenching a fist and punching my pillow.

I smirked "I'm better than those Gryffindorks." I told myself "Sure, they have my brother. But I'm the one with the powers." I formed a fireball to prove my point, then doused it with water from my other hand. (I was getting pretty good at controlling other elements besides fire.) "I have the talent. And I have more friends than stupid Duff."

Then, the smirk I had on my face faded as I looked down at a shard of the mirror. And I saw myself for the first time in a while.

That girl in the shard wasn't me! That girl was a bitch, pure evil, unlovable, a girl people would love to hate.

The real me was sure, a little evil, sassy, smart mouthed, and sarcastic. But she was nice about it. She wasn't…that girl in the mirror.

I pulled out my wand and repaired the mirror in a flash.

"What the hell's happening to me?" I whispered, looking at myself in the repaired mirror.