"Ok. It's later. Talk," Erica orders. She's stubborn that way. We are in my dorm and she's pressuring me to tell her what happened a few minutes ago. The other Ravenclaw girls are down stairs in the common room.

"Well, Malfoy kissed me and is determined - now more than ever - to get me into his bed."

"Collette, he's been trying his whole life. Ever since he met you, he's wanted you. Why is even more interested now? Which, might I add, I didn't believe was possible."

"I kissed him."

"You what?" Erica yells, disbelievingly.

"To make Pansy jealous and he was playing stupid!"

"He was born stupid!" Usually, I would laugh, but I simply ignore her and carry on with my explaining rant.

"I gave him some of the sweets he wanted and then gave him a little sour."

"What?"

Erica never gets my metaphors, so I put it in simpler terms. "I punched him in the nose after."

"Well, now he knows the taste and he wants more arm candy, or should I say bed candy?"

"Either way, you're right. How could I be so stupid?!"

"Crabbe and Goyle moment." We laugh. That's what we say if one of us does something stupid. It's our little inside joke. "Just wondering, was that horrible screeching sound, you?"

"The banshee? Yup," I respond.

"But that's your last defense. Was some one hurting you?"

"No. Malfoy was kissing me. You know, I might be able to warm up to him if he wasn't so forward," I add.

"You've hated him your whole life, and now you say you like him?"

"I never said that. He's just a good kisser if he leaves out the tongue."

"Oh, come on, Collette. Admit it already. You like him!" she presses.

"No, I don't! Now, shut up!" I am tired of her always thinking I have a crush on him when I don't. I storm out and go to my bathroom. I hear her sigh and exit.

While I'm in here, I might as well change. I flop down on the bed five minutes later.

For the second time today, I find myself questioning my true feelings for Malfoy. He is a good kisser, but I hate him, don't I? Am I really falling for the Slytherin Prince and Sex God? He goes through weekly girlfriends, plus his steady - *gulp* - Pansy. He gets what he wants, then leaves them. He's a jerk, but so hot. Quidditch has done him good. He's a beautiful disaster.

Draco's POV

Collette screams so high and so loud, I think my ears are bleeding. I let go of her, clutch my ears, and she gets away.

"You will be mine!" I shout. I'm not all that confident. She's a tough shell to crack, but I think if I kiss her the right way, she just might come to me.

I enter my room at 10:00. I change into my boxers and flop down on my bed and reflect on us.

I've tried everything to get Collette. When I was 7, I asked her out and she said she was too young. At 10, I asked again and she had said she liked being single.
By the time school started, I acted annoying. That worked out great! Not! That just pushed her into hating me. Once girls were all over me, I thought seeing that would make her jealous. Nope. Even when I started going steady with - *gulp* - Pansy, she didn't seem to mind. Collette never liked me and I doubt she ever will.

Why did I pick Pansy, of all people? She's not even pretty. All she is, is a slut. Oh, yeah. I picked her because I thought her seeing me with an ugly girl would piss her off even more. No reaction, whatsoever. Pansy and I will be together forever. My parents actually like her and want us to marry. EW!

Collette never liked me and she never will. I've admitted it before, so why haven't I just given up already, like any guy with common sense? She's just a girl. A very hot girl who has more in common with me than we know. I thought I would eventually get over her, but I haven't. Collette is so hot with a heart of ice. We could be perfect together. Why doesn't she see that?

I lie there, thinking, until I finally drift into a dreamless sleep.

End Draco's POV