Take a Hint

Draco walked back to his compartment, completely stunned that he got rejected. Draco's POV 'I got rejected? I got rejected! And there were witnesses!' He groaned to himself. 'Why should it matter anyway? She just another stupid Mudbl--' He stopped him self just in time. 'She's not just another one is she?' He asked himself. 'No, she's different. I don't know why, but she is.' He left it at that, thinking of ways to make her, whoever she is, his. End of POV

When he opened the compartment door, he was nearly knocked out by Kylie, who flung herself at him. This girl had it bad for him. Sure she was kind of pretty, he thought to himself. But everyone knew her as a type of whore. He didn't want other guy's leftover's, did he?

"Bloody hell Kylie!" He muttered under his breath and looked for a place to sit. He immediately saw one by Karly. Although when he sat down, his luck ran short when Kylie saw the available seat next to him and got as close as she could. Trying not to notice her, he turned to face Karly.

"Er, how was your, eh, summer?" He felt like an idiot talking to her. She was beautiful in every way in Draco's eyes, and he couldn't wait to get her. Unfortunately, she was seeing a Hogwarts graduate and was not looking for some love while he was away.

She turned to look at him, with her beautiful blue eyes. "Oh, it's been alright. My parent's have been getting worse about Daylan. But I've been getting passed that since I can Apparate now, and I'm of age." He watched her full lips move as she spoke. But when she finished, he looked up to see her wink at him. He was almost lost in her eyes again, but then he heard a familiar obnoxious voice beside me.

"And how was your summer Drakie Poo?" Kylie asked him in her usual whiny voice.

"Um, could have been better. And Kylie, please don't call me Drakie Poo!" Draco begged her.

But he didn't hear Kylie because Karly was talking to him again. "Oops!" She said. "I guess we should get our robes on, shall we?"

The Slytherins all took off their Muggle coats and jackets, and instead put on their black Hogwarts robes.

Back in our all Gryffindor compartment, we had all pulled on our robes. "Nearly there, I'll bet," Ron told us. And he was right. Five minutes later, we arrived at the stunning Hogwarts castle. We unloaded the train and headed for the carriages. Harry, Mione, Ron, and I took one carriage, while Rissy went with Lavender Brown, and Parvati Patil on another one.

We chatted on the ride to the castle, and went to the Great Hall to take our seats at the Gryffindor table. As I passed the Slytherin table, once again, I saw Draco Malfoy looking at me. I gave him a smirk as I walked passed, and he looked dumbfounded.

"Girl, is it just me, or does that hunk of meat have it bad for you?" Marisa asked me in a sly tone.

I gave myself a half-smile, and wondered the possibilities. "To tell you the truth Riss, I have actually no clue. I don't want to get caught in a trap again."

"You never know," Marisa told me as she sat down at our table.

"Maybe your right," I thought, but suddenly quit as Harry and Ron sat down across from us. I put my hand up to my face to block them from my view and gave Marisa a stern look to hush the conversation. She seemed to know what I was talking about because she gave me a faint nod and turned to the boys.

"So--," but my words ended when there was a soft tap on my back. I looked around to see the person that would make my day.

"Is this seat taken?" Andrew said in his sweet, but deep voice. I'm hooked!

"N-n-not at all!" I stammered to get out. I felt my face burn with embarrassment, but was saved when Professor McGonagall brought the new first years up to the front of the Great Hall. Andrew smiled at me as he took his seat and faced front. Marisa poked my back and I pinched her knee in excitement.

The Sorting Ceremony ended quicker than I expected, and the food piled on the table. I really wasn't hungry anymore, knowing that my conversation with Andrew was just a bite away.

"So…how was your summer?" Andrew asked me.

"Oh you know same as usual, but being Iowa makes me feel at home." I told him. Everyone teased me about being from Iowa, because I didn't have that British accent like everyone else, but home is home, and that's where I love.

"I see it was pretty busy too," He said. I knew he was talking about my makeover right away. It seems like everyone was talking about my makeover as I looked up and down the table and watching everyone stare at me, wondering if what everyone was saying was true, that I got a new look.

"Yeah," I giggled. "It was kind of last minute."

"I like it."

"Really?" I looked up at him and stared into his brown eyes.

"Of course," He smiled at me, and I smiled back thinking there must be some kind of connection here.

Our conversation was cut short by the clinking of a glass and a clear of a throat. Dumbledore stood up and was about to make his famous speech. I paid no attention though, instead I thought about Andrew. Could he like me like that?

Suddenly I heard an ocean of clapping, and joined just figuring out that Dumbledore was done. The prefects were excused first, taking the 1st years to the common rooms of their house, then everyone rushed out after them seeming to leave Marisa, Andrew, and I left.

"Well should we get going ladies?" Andrew asked us as he put his arms on his sides.

"We shall!" Marisa said, and me and her took his arms and linked them around ours. And that's when I noticed one more person left in the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy.

I unlinked arms with them and told them I'd meet them up in the common room. They said okay, and Marisa told me she'd wait for me by the door to let me in, since I didn't know the password to get in.

I walked across the hall to the Slytherins table and sat down across from Draco, who looked hard in thought. "Who are you thinking about?" I asked.

Draco looked up at me with a smirk on his face, and said, "Well this one girl who changed over break, who now looks slightly arousing." He ended with a wink.

With my new confidence gone, and Draco's coming back, I searched my mind for a retort back. "Well Malfoy, take a hint. I don't like you! You're just a slimy, filthy, foul ass!"

Looking slightly taken aback, Malfoy just stared at me as I walked away. I turned around one last time and smiled sweetly to him and waved.