Draco smirked as Timmy's footsteps died away. He plopped down on the couch. Well, this is the best damn winter break so far. He ran his fingers through his sleek, platinum hair. He'll be back.

Draco reclined on the couch, his legs draped over the side. A yawn slipped from his lips as he relaxed, uncertain of what he wanted to do. He could always sneak off to Hogsmeade, maybe get something nice from Honeydukes. Father did give me quite a bit of Galleons, he contemplated the plan. "And maybe I could get some butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks," he thought aloud.

Meanwhile, Timmy was sitting on his bed, driving his fists into his pillow over and over again. Why can't you just leave me the hell alone?! His mind screamed as he angrily pummeled the pillow. Timmy didn't realize it, but his thoughts were becoming audible, "Damn you --"

He stopped when he felt a presence in the room with him and he realized he was speaking. He turned his head swiftly, only to find Ernie Macmillan staring at him. "Well, what are you looking at?" Timmy snapped, his eyes staring daggers into the boy.

"You're crazy," Ernie muttered. He took quick steps as he left the dormitory. Timmy's eyes followed the boy and he noticed Justin Finch-Fletchley standing just outside the entrance-way. He frowned as he heard the two talking about him.

Timmy pressed his face tightly into the cloth of the pillow case and screamed. It was a nice, long, frustrated scream. It would have been piercing if the pillow hadn't muffled his voice.

He just didn't understand how Draco could do this to him. iHe'd driven me nearly to the breaking point and then he just…he just let me run off./i It just didn't make any sense.

Wanda stayed quiet from her spot on the table, but she was going insane just watching Timmy like this. He needed to calm down and wish himself back home. She doubted that would happen though. Sure, the boy was fourteen now, but that only made him even more unreasonable. After all, what is more difficult than a teenage boy?

"I hate you!" Timmy shouted into the fabric, his breathing heavy and his face red. I love you so much. Come after me. Do…something. Anything! Show me that you really care. He had never wanted love from someone like this before. He wanted this more than love from Trixie Tang or attention from his parents. Or even kindness from Vicky.

Draco slipped silently and stealthily out of the castle. He had his scarf wrapped around his neck and a hat over his head. The snow crunched beneath his feet and he shivered as he passed the Shrieking Shack. He shivered not because he was cold, but because the old house gave him the creeps.

Timmy took a deep breath, sitting up. He decided he should get dressed and do something. That something had to be far away from Draco and the dungeons. He pulled on some casual robes and a scarf over a pair of jeans and a pink sweater. He made his way out of the castle, blushing deeply as he passed the dungeons, the scene of earlier flashed through his mind.

The Slytherin's first stop was the Three Broomsticks pub. He took a seat inside and ordered a butterbeer. He gulped it down, licking his lips. His swung his head around towards the door when the bell jingled to signal someone entering the nearly empty tavern.