"Draco Malfoy! How could you!" I say, running up to him and smacking him in the arm.

"I told you that there would be times that you wouldn't like what I did, did I not? You can't blame me because this was one of those times." He answers matter-of-factly, loud enough that I could hear him perfectly fine, but quiet enough that an onlooker wouldn't think anything of it. "There will be many more this year, and you will have to man-up and face them like an adult."

"Well I never..." I was so fuming at him. How dare he tell me I needed to man-up. What does he know about manning-up. Manning-up wasn't kicking your enemy in the face while they were paralyzed. It was fighting fair. "Draco Malfoy, you are just like your father!" I scream as I stomp away from him. I know that I hit him low, but he deserved it, talking to me like I was a child. Like I didn't understand. Man-up! "Ugh."

…...

Are you ready to talk?

Do you really have to ruin my parchment paper every time we have a class together? I glare at him. Like I needed any distractions in Potions.

Well, I just want to say that I'm not sorry I broke his nose. I'm not! He deserved it! He ruined my family. Now my mom is home with Aunt Bel, HAVE YOU SEEN HER!

I couldn't help but giggle at how he made fun of Bellatrix, but he was right. If looks could kill, Bellatrix would defiantly have a lot higher death toll. Maybe it was a good thing they couldn't.

I saw that

Really? I glance back at him. He has his head in his hand, watching me, smiling. Sometimes you just can't hate the enemy.

"Fine." I mouth. "When?"

The library, the forbidden section. At three?

I look behind me again, holding up one finger. He nods.

"Maybe if she'd spend less time mentally undressing Malfoy, she'd get Potions as much as she does her other classes" Lavender sneers.

"Malfoy is nothing but a weasel, a lying, traitorous weasel! Maybe if you weren't constantly drooling over Ron, who sees nothing in you, you would know that." I reply. I was tired of her always sticking her nose where it didn't belong.

"Class Dismissed"

"What was that all about Mione?" Harry asks, looking back towards Lavender, who was snickering with the other girls.

"I don't know, she's been pretty..aggressive lately."

"Maybe she's just, like you said, drooling over Ron." He answers, putting his arm around me playfully.

"Yea, probably. Oh well, who cares, lets go to lunch." I reply, walking a little bit faster in front of him.