Draco knew that if he were to try and approach her that he would only end up looking like a fool. She wanted nothing to do with him. He would have liked to just forget it completely, if she didn't want to speak with than what should he care...

His brain would not listen to logic though, she just kept appearing in his mind...

Day two of classes, the stares and questions never stopped. Prudence claimed to have just fallen ill from something she ate, but as for the Pansy thing...? Well, Pru would keep her mouth shut. She pitied Pansy and didn't want to make her life any harder.

And she couldn't even look at Draco. She was torn, and she knew that he noticed that her sudden indifference was due to him.

He couldn't help but look at her whenever he got the chance, she was just so beautiful. He could see that she was doing everything with in her power to keep her eyes averted from the general direction he was in. He had never felt so confused and intrigued and angry! He was drawn to her and he wished that he wasn't because she apparently hated him...

Draco sighed as he looked toward the other side of his house table. Pansy was sitting with her group of cackling mean girls, but she was sulking. He was glad to have her out of his way for the time being, but he knew Pansy never stopped until she really got what she wanted, and she always got what she wanted.

Prudence kept her eyes straight ahead as she walked past Draco and out the Great Hall doors. She didn't want to look at him because she knew that it would pull at her heart strings, but in a moment of weakness she turned her head slightly.

Draco wasn't able to look away either as he felt her walking by him to leave. Their eyes connected and when they met Draco was looking at a completely different person than the girl who smiled at him the day before in the hall. Her eyes were cold, her face was composed, and he hated it.

He could see Blaise shaking his head out of the corner of his eye.

"What?" Draco growled at his friend.

"Seriously? You've honestly spoken to her once? ...Twice? And you have puppy dog eyes for her?"

He was right, damnit Blaise was right and he had no idea how to not be the way he was...

Pru caught Hermione by the doors as she was leaving.

Hermione could see in her friend's face she was carrying around a burden. She had heard the rumors of Pru getting sick and also some altercation she had with Pansy, but Hermione was never one to listen to gossip, "What's wrong Pru?"

Pru rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Oh you haven't heard?"

"...well..."

"Come on, let me tell you all about it."

Pru did her best to explain what she could during their walk to class. When she finished Hermione stared at her with her mouth gaping, and she thought being friends with Harry and Ron was a trouble magnet...

"Can I ask you what it is you see in him?" Hermione asked her honestly. She hated him as much as her friends did, but that didn't mean she didn't have an itching curiosity about him. She always wondered what it might have been like it Malfoy never knew she were a muggleborn.

Pru's face lit up with a involuntary smile as she thought about him, "I don't know...I guess for starters he's bloody gorgeous to look at, not that I'm shallow, but it helps..."

Hermione nodded, yes, he was easy on the eyes, something that made her despise him even more.

"...And he's been very sweet to me every time we have spoken..." Pru had roll her eyes at her own feeble explanations, "I guess it just comes down to the spark."

"The spark?" Hermione asked bewildered.

Pru smiled at her bookworm friend, "Yes, the spark, electricity, chemistry, you're muggleborn, you know what those words mean..."

Hermione knew from a scientific point of view what they meant, but romantically? She nodded her head yes, even though she full well meant no, she had no idea. That sort of romantic thinking was illogical, and if Hermione were anything, she was highly logical. She didn't think she's ever had a moment like that with a guy, she assumed Pru had had many...

"With Malfoy?" she queried, hm? It was such a foreign idea to her to think of him in the light Pru was bathing him in.

Then Pru halted suddenly, felling very ill, "Hermione? Does Draco know that you are a muggleborn?" As soon as she asked, she already knew the answer, of course he knew, Hermione was practically famous.

Hermione sighed. She had to tell her friend about how Malfoy really was, but being the logical girl she was, she realized how unfair it would be of her to taint the opinion Pru held of him.

"Oh he does, doesn't he? Oh! Of course he does, how stupid of me!" That meant that the guy she couldn't get out of her head hated the girl that she was becoming very good friends with.

Hermione didn't have to say another word, she knew that Pru had just put the pieces together.

Draco had convinced himself that his surliness was downright childish and for him to be acting this way over a girl he doesn't even know is absurd!

Then she walked in the room.

He noticed that every seat in his History of Magic class was filled except for the one directly beside him. His pulse quickened and his mind began to race. Everything he had been scolding himself for the entire morning had just vanished from his thoughts as she came near. She would be right beside him in a matter of seconds, sitting less than a foot away...

Pru took her seat beside Draco as calmly as possible. She had to force herself to stay normal and not look like the nervous and screaming scared twit she felt like on the inside. She was ashamed of her behavior from the night before and at breakfast. How ridiculous he must think she is for acting that way. Silent treatment, no eye contact? He must think she's a real jerk. He didn't even know why she suddenly decided to ignore his existence. Did he even care? Or notice?

She finally just took a steady breath and then said lightly, "Hello Draco."

Draco could feel the permeating and throbbing presence of her so close, trying to suffocate him, or shock him, he couldn't figure out which one. And the smell of her... He was bombarded by the light scent of flowers and other girly things and didn't know the names of and it was fantastic. It was unfair the way she was affecting him. He was actually scared to look at her out of fear he may lose control of his cool demeanor.

He didn't expect her to talk to him. He was extremely thrown.

He feared his blinking may have taken too long as his mind and body argued how to respond.

"Prudence," he finally acknowledged back cordially, keeping his eyes still straight forward.

He knew that she was on edge with him for some reason, it could be a million different reasons, so he did his best to treat her just as cool.

Now she felt bad. She had been acting so rude to him and he definitely noticed by the way he responded to her. And it was all over something he didn't even know about!

Except it was a big something. Maybe he did deserve to know what her problem with him was, but how does she explain that?

Yes, he most definitely deserved to know.

It stung her in a way she couldn't understand that he no longer looked at her with those dancing stormy grey eyes like he had done the first night she met him and when she smiled at him in the hall. She was coming to the conclusion that he was impacting her every thought and decision.

Prudence knew that her face had slightly fallen, but she couldn't turn away from him, he was so beautiful to look at...She felt her lip pout, she was unhappy.

She liked him.

He was a Purist.

He didn't even care.

She had to tell him.

Good Merlin he was hot!

Draco had never had to concentrate so hard in his life! Why was she looking at him so sadly? He couldn't turn to look at her too, he couldn't look into those eyes that tortured him! He would break if he did. So he clenched his fist tightly trying to alleviate some of his tension.

"What?" He asked rigidly when she continued to look at him openly.

He heard her huff a tiny sigh, "I'm sorry," she whispered.

That was even more abrupt than her even saying hello! He finally looked at her with an icy glare, "You're what?"

Why was he so angry she wondered? Did he dislike her so much? She set her jaw firm and told him a bit more stern, "I said, I am sorry. I shouldn't have acted so rude to you last night, I should have accepted your apology."

His features softened, but now he was suspicious at to what changed her mind. Did he make it all up? Maybe he hadn't done anything to her at all and his infatuation with her had caused him to take her mood personally... He couldn't be sure, so he just nodded, acknowledging that he heard and accepted her apology.

It grew silent and awkward, so with both of them unsure of what to say next they just looked away.

Draco did not listen to one single word his ghostly teacher droned on about. His mind was swirling with thoughts of what the girl beside him was thinking about. He tried to be sly about his stolen glances, but he's sure she noticed...because sometimes she was looking too.

He just needed to know what happened to her yesterday. Why did it seem like she momentarily harbored a forced distance with him? Did she know about his torrid past? Did Granger feed her terrible stories about him? He felt almost delirious questions about her and him and everything in between!

When the time had come and class was finally ending he noticed her rising from her seat to leave. He wanted to say something to her, anything, but his mouth just wouldn't cooperate.

Pru stood angrily to pack up her ink and parchments, she had made up her mind that he did not care to talk to her or settle this stupid little thing that was going on between them. He would have done more than just a stupid nod if so! She was practically throwing her quills into her bag when she heard him speak confidently and with purpose.

"What happened to you yesterday, after classes?"

Pru turned wide eyed, thrown off guard completely, "What?"

She watched him stand up, towering over her, his face serene, but cautious, "When you fell?"

Wow, so this is where it all comes out Pru reeled. So soon? So sudden?

"Um..."

He deduced with her delayed response that she did not care to tell him. He shouldn't have asked anyway, he shook his head and began walking away, "...Never mind..."

She panicked, she did not want him to leave in anger at her. She saw the way his eyes flashed when she replied with uncertainty. He was in the aisle, almost to the door when she hollered, "Wait Draco!"

He stopped and turned to look at her stiffly, waiting for her to say something else. She looked panicked and pained and he felt guilty for pushing her and acting so rash. She didn't have to explain herself to him.

"I'm cursed."

She watched his angled features go blank then switch rapidly between confusion and worry, "What do you mean cursed? What kind of curse?" He had taken a few steps toward her, the room now silent, awaiting her reply.

Pru rolled her eyes like she always did when she thought about the dumb curse and searched for the words to tell him. This time it was harder to talk about though, because in some lights, it may be his fault.

"...I..."

"Miss Scrimgeour?"

Professor Snape had entered the room causing both the eagerly waiting blonde and nervous brunette to jump in surprise.

Draco cursed his God father to hell and back for interrupting her when she was finally about to explain herself.

"Yes Professor?" Pru asked in a strained voice.

"I need you to accompany me to the Headmaster's office, we would like to speak with you."

"Of course sir."

Draco watched her every step as she followed the professor out of the room leaving him confused and frustrated beyond measure.

A/N- A bit short I know, but bear with me. I'm posting as I get it typed out and I got this much done, so BOOM, there u go :)