It's 11:05 and I'm at King's Cross looking for Erica. Malfoy and Pansy are patrolling the halls, when they see me. "What are you doing, Simmons?" Malfoy says rudely.

"Looking for my friend, you?" I reply simply.

"Making sure people like you stay in line." I spy a glint of lust in his eyes and sigh.

"Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy."

"Yes?"

"We both know what you want and we both know that because of me, that isn't going to happen."

"And what in the world would I want? I've got just about everything." We both know that inside, he knows exactly what I'm talking about. I start advancing on him, sauntering seductively until there is barely an inch between us.

"This," I reply, slamming my lips against his. I place my hands on his shoulders, pretending to enjoy the kiss. I close my eyes and smile. He's a pretty good kisser and Pansy is appalled at our love scene. Malfoy licks my lip, asking for admission and bringing me back to reality. We definitely are not swapping spit. I pull away and punch him in the nose, causing it to bleed. Pansy squeals and rushes over to her "drakiepoo".

"That's why it'll never work," I say, walking away.

As much as I don't want to admit it, he's a good kisser. If he hadn't snapped me back to reality, I probably would have stayed in that position longer.

What am I saying?! I don't like him! I guess he's kind of hot, but I definitely don't like him!

I find Erica in a compartment and I sit with her. We talk - avoiding the subject of Malfoy - and before I know it, we are at Hogwarts.

Erica and I sit through the Before School Speech and Sorting at the Slytherin table. It isn't as enjoyable because Snape is the speaker. It's not that I miss Dumbledore, but the mere fact that his idiotic words are heard no more surprises me. We are extremely bored. Malfoy gives us looks every few minutes. His expression is hard to read. It's a mix of anger and amusement. I notice that his nose is fixed. Drat!

The feast begins, and the looks continue. I finally snap.

"What the fuck is your problem, Malfoy?!?!" The Slytherins around us stare.

"Nothing," he says after a moment's pause. I roll my eyes and continue eating.

On the way to my common room, he pushes me against the wall. "What do you want?! I'm really getting tired of this," I snap.

"You're a great kisser, Collette." Did he use my first name? More importantly, he knows it?

"Shouldn't you be shagging Pansy?"

"Eh, don't care, don't want. I want you." Oh, God. I've created a monster.

"Well, can't have," I say trying to get away. He's too strong. I take a deep breath controlling my temper with him. "Malfoy, let me go," I say slowly.

"I don't think so, Collette. We could have some fun." Just by reading his eyes, like I have for years, I can tell that he is thinking extremely perverted thoughts and I don't want to be part of any of it.

"The thing is, is that what you think is fun, and what I think is fun, are two totally different funs."

"Uh, huh. We'll see about that."

"Collette, where are you? I thought we would hang out." Thank you, Erica!

"That's my friend calling. Let me go."

"Not going to happen." He pulls me into a broom cupboard and kisses me. It takes all my will power to try to resist. I crack. I start kissing back and use it to my advantage. I go with it and as he starts moving his mouth down my jaw line, I scream as high and as loud as I can. He immediately stops and covers his ears. As I run out of the closet and down the hallway to my common room, I hear him shout, "You will be mine!"

I eventually run into Erica. "Are you ok? Where have you been?"

"I'm fine, and I'll tell you later." I'll admit that I am a bit wary of what Malfoy could do to me.