I step foot into the Great Hall. Going back to school is hard, especially with a dark mark on one side of your arm and MUDBLOOD on the other. The rumors are even harder.

"Did you hear? Granger kissed Weasley during the Battle!"

"Ron, right? Weren't they like..constantly together?"

"Yea, kinda makes you wonder." These fourth years at the lunch table were about to make me turn both of them into frogs.

"Wouldn't surprise me. What do you expect? They slept in a tent together for how long? Actually wouldn't surprise me if she was.."

"SHUT UP!" I yell, slamming my fists down on the table. "Or I will make sure both of you never speak her name again!" Standing up, I point my wand at both of their faces.

"Draco, relax." Pansy calmly rests her hand on my shoulder "sit down." She whispers as the entire room stares at me. So I have been on edge since the war, most of the rumors I have caught wind of blame it on Voldemort losing, or the sights that people claim occurred in our house, that eventually I just lost it. "Please, just sit down." Slowly, I sit at the table. Only she knows the reason behind why I really act like this, only Pansy knows why I wake up screaming in the middle of the night. Why I can't wait to point my wand in that hussy's face, ending her for good. "Are you okay?" She whispers to me, leaning in close so that we can talk.

"Do I look ok?" I mumble. "Do I look like I even know what okay is anymore?"

"That's what I mean, Draco. You're scaring me." She whispers back, putting her hand on my arm. "I know that we can't keep you from seeing her forever and when you do," She stops, allowing my imagination to take place of what she refuses to say.

"Yea" I answer, staring off into space.

"When was the last time you did anything, anything besides think of her?"

"Before the war, Pansy. I haven't done anything but worry about her well-being since before the war and this is how she repays me, by sucking the face off of Weasel-bee." On that note, I stand up, leaving the Great Hall. I'll go out and get some fresh air, I think to myself. Maybe that'll do me some good. As soon as I walk out the door, there she is. "Well, well. Filthy little MUDBLOOD, offering herself to everyone I hear."

"Draco! Wait!" She begs me, trying to explain herself.

"Shut up! You don't have the right to call me that anymore! I am better than you! You are filthy, a mudblood, a disgrace to the wizarding world. It's Malfoy to you." I spit at her, hoping my words hurt nearly as much as that kiss did me. "You are nothing, NOTHING! I should have let you die under my aunt's hand in the Manor." I look at her with disgust.

"Please, I didn't mean to kiss him." She cries out "We were going through so much, with everyone dying and the Battle raging outside. We had just killed a giant snake, for crying out loud. I wasn't thinking straight." She cries out.

"I have yet to kill a person, Granger." I say, dramatically quieter, pulling out my wand and pointing it in her face, "But tell me why you shouldn't be my first." I eye her up and down in disgust. "You ruined my life, I gave you everything, offered you everything, look at this!" I scream, lifting the sleeve to my shirt, exposing what is now a scar of my love for her. "Has Weasel ever done anything like that for you?" She starts to cry. "I have marked myself as a mudblood for you. What have you done for me?" I stare her in the face.

"Everynight, before I go to sleep, I still look at the moon, waiting for you to say you love me again." She whispers, through the tears, "If that's not enough, kill me now, at least I will die knowing that you were the last face I seen." I put my wand away, and walk back inside before she has a chance to see the tears well up in my eyes.