Yes! At last, my writer's block is gone for good! Okay, so I probably should have said this in the beginning, but I forgot, so here it is: I will switch characters in this story.

(Confused?) For example, the first chapter was told in Harry's point of view, and then this one will be in Draco's and maybe the next will be in Hermione's or something, and so on. Get it? Good.

.x. The Note .x.

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Why? I don't know why. I'm still confused. It's so weird; he's my worst enemy, but I guess one could say I was falling in love with him…

I looked up, a little to the right, about two tables ahead in the classroom. There he was, staring back at me curiously. I flashed him the usual sneer-like smile, making him flush and angrily turn back to his assignment, cursing himself in an undertone. He glanced upward at Snape, who was slowly pacing around the classroom and observing our work. Cute. I got him scared. Funny, he never realized it was usually the other way around. He was probably still in shock from last night.

"Hey, Draco," someone whispered from my left. I looked over at Crabbe, who discreetly passed a note to me, nodding his head ever so slightly behind him to indicate that it was from someone else. I took the note, glancing at what was scribbled on the front: Ginny. Why was she passing me notes? Curious, I opened it up in a matter of seconds.

"We still on for tonight?

Love, Gin-Gin"

What. The. Hell.

I turned around, only to find puzzled looks of other classmates staring back at me. Her desk was to far back for me to see her properly. Letting out a sigh, I turned back and stared down at the note. For someone else, possibly? Tapping Crabbe's arm, I whispered, "Is this for me?"

He shook his head and pointed a table over, at the brunette guy to my immediate right. Exchange student, new, from America. So "Gin-Gin" had the hots for the new guy? Could this day get any better?

I smirked, an idea formulating in my mind. Slyly, I leaned forward, tapped the shoulder of the person in front of me, careful not to let Snape catch me passing the note. "Pass this to Potter," I whispered. She took one look at the note and sniggered, passing the message along.

"Pass this to Potter."

"Oh, so they're going out, huh?"

"Funny, I always thought he liked Granger…"

Pretty soon, everyone was whispering this and that—Snape didn't even notice—causing those who hadn't gotten the note ask around curiously, passing notes of their own. I loved making trouble.

I directed my eyes towards Potter, who was just receiving the little piece of paper. I smirked, watching his expression change to shock as he read it. Weasley, directly next to him, peered over his shoulder. His face went red, overcome with obvious anger. Of course; Ginny was his sister, so why wouldn't he be mad if he thought his best mate was going out with her? Priceless.

Poor Potter, I thought mockingly, returning to my assignment with a laugh. I don't know why I insist on hurting him so, but there's no denying that I hate Harry Potter…and maybe in love with him too…

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Like it? It's a short chapter, but they get longer, I promise. R & R, please. Thanks!