Hey everyone. I know its been a long time, but I have been so busy with A levels and uni applications it's unbelievable. I finally forced myself to get this done. Hope you enjoy it. Its not the longest of chapters but they'll be building up in size I hope Please R + R at the end. I do love hearing from you all, keeps me inspired and keeps me writing.!

Chapter 2

Finally, after what felt like all day to Draco, he had finished dressing and started on his journey towards the Great Hall. He felt a little lonely without his usual posse of people surrounding him, but right now he wanted time to himself to be able to think. To contemplate his life, his past, his present and his future. Oh the future, what do the fates have planned for him, he really wish he knew. It would make life so much easier if he knew what would be happening to him for the rest of his life. The quite corridor offered him no answers to his questions, only the distant sound of water dripping onto cold stone.

"Oh well," Draco thought to himself, "at least I have some time to myself for a change."

This was true. Draco had notices that recently people, especially Pansy, had been following him almost everywhere like a load of miserable puppies. Even though this trail of people, all Slytherins of course, added to his big tough guy, bully look, sometimes he really wished that some people didn't see him that way. He wished they would see him differently, for the Draco he really was underneath. Sometime he just wished...

Draco day dreamed and fantasised all the to the Great Hall, the long walk seemed to just fly by, sometimes it felt like it took forever. When he got to the Great Hall he headed straight for usual seat with the usual gang of people, he took the seat right next to Pansy. Thinking back, he didn't know exactly why he did it.

"Hey Draco," Pansy cooed, starting to fiddle with his hair and snuggling up close to him, nuzzling into his shoulder.

"Get off Pansy," Draco said annoyed, waving Pansy away and pushing away from her slightly.

He looked around the hall for her, his eyes raking her house table. She wasn't here yet. Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, he hadn't exactly made himself presentable and attractive this morning. In his annoyance at Goyle for waking him he hadn't slicked back his hair into its usual style. Now his white blonde locks hung loose and messy upon his head. He swept some it back and it fell in lightly feathered layers across his scalp, except for a few strands that fell into his face, brushing his eyelashes with every blink.

As Draco poured out some pumpkin juice from a jug into his golden goblet she entered to Hall. Carrying the usual 20 or so books, yet still beautiful and fluid in her movements. He felt this overwhelming desire to go to her and sweep her up in his arms, no matter who was watching. But unfortunately he had his reputation to keep, and as his father is always saying to him, 'reputation is everything my son'. Somewhere, deep inside his soul he felt terrible for his shallow thoughts of pride and arrogance towards the people around him. But again this was all because of his upbringing of, 'only pure-bloods matter, don't even look at anyone else or think of them on the same level as yourself.'

But he wanted to look at her, she was on the same level as him, she was smart and beautiful. What was a little blood purity when it came to love, really? Draco wished that his life wasn't so complicated.