To clear up any misunderstanding's I have the habit of making my prologues in third person pov and then the rest of the story in first person. This is just to clear up any confusion.The song below is Girl All the Bad Guys Want but what I did was exchange the she's for he's and the bad guy to bad girl. Sorry if this confuses anyone.

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njferrel:Oh trust me Lucius will definitely get what's coming to him. Hmm I had never thought of public humiliation though. That could be quite amusing.

Moreorless: Thank you so much! I'm quite happy that you like my style of writing and hope you continue reading! :D Also Snape and his amazingness shall be appearing quite soon.

Pixie Alice: That was what i was aiming for keeping Draco in character as much as I could. So I'm glad you think so. And Snape shall be making an appearance wooh hoo!

LadyInRedx: Christy dollface! Glad you liked it hun and ahh beyblade can't wait till the next season. Love you kid.

Tainted Angel Wings: I noticed my spelling errors after I posted it up but thanks for telling me. I know I love the thing with eyes it's one of my favorite quotes ever. Well I'm glad you like my writing style.

Chapter two of

Falling In Love with the Golden Boy

Dreaming the Hardest

It's like a bad movie

He's looking through me

If you were me then you'd be screaming

Someone shoot me

As I fail miserably

Trying to get the guy all the bad girls want

Cause he's the guy all the bad girls want

-Bowling for Soup Girl All the Bad Guys Want

"Fuck."

Houston we have a problem. Warning! Warning! Oh what to do what to do. So with quick thinking I do what I do best be a Slytherin. Meaning avoid Hermione Granger at all costs. With all the grace and poise that have been pelted into me since an early age I pick myself up. Plan in formation. Proceed with Caution. Letting out a breath that I wasn't aware of holding I was ready to sprint towards the safety of my fellow slytherins a.k.a Pansy and Blaise I'm sure the rest were prepared to feed me to the lions when a hand catches my wrist.

Once again FUCK FUCK FUCK! Merlin's beard you'd think years of Quidditch would've made me faster than this.

"Malfoy." She sounds almost breathless as she whispers my name.



"Miss. Granger would you please let go of my wrist there's certain places where I must be."

I allow myself to look back and instantly regret my decision her eyes are brimming with tears and the sadness and concentration within them make goose bumps form along my skin. I don't want her pity, I don't need it.

Snatching away my wrist as if scalded I let out a growl.

"Only someone of such poor class would be unwilling to comply with a polite request." I add a sneer for good measure and storm away when I catch sight of Potter and co.

As I slip around the corner I hear bit's of their sentences.

"Hermione are you . . .?"

"Malfoy I'll kill him!."

" . . . Git!"

I let out a small chuckle this day can get no worse.

As I look for a compartment I see people move to make way for me the braver ones glaring heatedly at me.

Seriously people take things way to seriously.

But this could bring upon some fun for me. A wicked grin spreads across my face as I roll up the sleeves of my robes the dark mark present on my left forearm. The black I note seems even more pronounced due to my paleness.

I hear gasps and mutters but the minute I send a glance towards anyone they shush and I could tell how the hairs on the back of their necks are standing on end. Oh yeah I'm an evil, vindictive, bastard, and proud!

"Draco darling please do not terrorize the students of Hogwarts."Pansy calls as she appears from a compartment all the way in the back.

"Mrs. Zabini, do pardon me my act of rebellion is all due to the fact that you have taken the hand of Blaise Zabini and have left me to piece together my shattered heart."

"All I do I do to draw your attention."I place a hand over my heart.

"Unfortunately Dray that's impossible."

"Pray tell why Mr. Zabini?" I inquire.

"One you don't do love you do sex", he says as he lifts one finger I nod absently, Secondly you're a fruit loop."

"Touché Blaise touché."

I walk casually towards the compartment. Once I have situated myself quite comfortably I glance over at Pansy who is just staring unblinkingly at me with midnight eyes. Usually I would stare right back and give a sly remark but ever since I stole her chocolate frogs when we were five I learned to never piss off Pansy. To this day I'm still scared of small spaces and clowns.

"Is there something wrong Pansy?" I'm very careful to not make my tone accusing. One time when I had asked her where Goyle was she attacked me yelling how she knew I thought she was a cold blooded murderer and then proceeded to send a wave of spells at me before stomping off. Really she's like a bear or perhaps a drag queen who can't find her bright red lip stick and sparkly purple dress when it comes to emotions.

"You haven't greeted me Malfoy", there's a small pause as she looks down at me, "Fix it."This is actually quite and impressive feat since she's only 5'1.

I know exactly what she means though, see ever since we were two and engaged to be married Pansy and I have always greeted each other with a hug and two kisses on the cheek but the hug is the big thing. Mind you she's one of two other people who are allowed to hug my celestial quidditch made body. Even all the fucks I've had aren't allowed to hug me.

Getting up I go over and hug her tight lifting her tiny frame from the floor as she giggles like a two year old. I hug her a little longer than usual and in my insane mind decide that either I really like hugs or Pansy just gives the best ones in the world.

Placing her gently onto the ground I feel a curious gaze on my back. Raising an eyebrow at Blaise I wonder what has suddenly made my sugar high best friend quiet.

"What happened?" He asks after a brief silence in which Pansy and I were both looking at him with questioning faces.

I don't even ask what or how he knows. Blaise knows I better then I know myself, he was the one who made me realize I wanted more then to just bed Harry Potter after all. Ahh the shock of that day. He had to tie me up and hang me from the Astronomy Tower before I admitted that he was right.

With a sigh I tell them of how Granger had seen my father's loving goodbye and how if I saw the weaslette dangling from the arm of Potter as she gave a banshee like giggle one more time I'd be going to Azkaban.

"Are you positive she saw everything?" Pansy ponders as she places her head in her hands her bangs hiding her eyes from view.

"Positive."

"She wouldn't have looked at me with such pity if she hadn't." I run a hand through my hair, this is colossally bad like the time that Pansy and Blaise got in a fight because he was half an hour late to a date it was a level 3 fight. Ahhh the tapestry and portraits in Blaise's house were never the same.

"Don't worry."

"Don't worry Blaise are you daft!?" Pansy yells.



"How can he not worry what if Granger goes talking her mouth off?" I notice how she closes her hands into fists in a failed attempt to calm herself.

Blaise softly opens her hands and gives her wrist a chaste kiss a technique that I with pride note I taught him.

"She won't its Granger", with that he turns toward me, "Draco it doesn't mean that she won't be hounding down on you."

"Luckily were conniving little snakes." He declares.

He's right I shouldn't worry it'll be quite easy to stay away from her.

And just as I relax and begin to think that all will be fine the compartment door is thrown open the glass shattering at the sheer force.

Swiftly were on our feet wands at the ready. I knew this would happen. Some stupid little victim of war would come seeking revenge against us three since we were the children of death eaters as well as ones. But unfortunately this was not the case. I find myself looking at two red weasels, a black haired sex god, a big eared loser, a loony blonde, a drunken Irish, and a dark artist.

'Member how I said my day couldn't get worse?

It just did. And tomorrow doesn't look any better. While I'm at it I might just add the fact that the rest of my life seems to be a downward spiral from this point on.

"My my, did the war not satiate your hunger for fights." Pansy taunts from my left an imp like grin settling on her heart shaped face.

This specific grin soon leads to me thinking of how she does look like a fairy with her new hair cut and tiny size. But then I remember that were in the middle of battle and now should not be the time to think of how I'm going to find a spell to give Pansy fairy wings.

"You weren't the only one who lost people it'd be idiotic to take it out on us." Blaise points out.

I'll have to ask him how he always being the impulsive one constantly seems to be so calm during arguments or fights.

"Our losses were greater than yours we'd never forgive you." This of course comes from the she weasel.

A heat forms from within me. How dare she? She has no idea what I lost, what Pansy especially lost. I snicker at her incompetence. This of course brings upon the confused faces of the heroes and the wary faces of Blaise and Pansy.

"That laugh is for how easily I laugh at your losses you ill mannered bitch."

My sentence is followed by a pregnant silence.



"How dare . . ."

I step towards and notice that though she's not as small as Granger or even Pansy I still tower over her.

"Finish that sentence Weasley and I'll be sent to Azkaban but you'll be dead."

The older weasel steps in front of her shielding her and glares.

"Look Malfoy we just came to find out what you did to make Hermione almost cry."

"Miss. Granger unfortunately saw something that startled her quite a bit and though it had to do with me I won't be telling you."

"And why not?" Weasley's ears are turning red he's obviously not happy with my lack of help.

"Because I don't want too."

I smirk at how easy it is to still ruffle him up and then turn to Pansy and Blaise.

"The train has arrived let's go."

With that we sweep out of the room my eye's meeting with the ceaseless watchful eyes of Harry.

As we sit down at the center of the Slytherin table Pansy continues to rage on her hands shooing away anyone within a foot of us. Though most are keeping their distance seeing as they think were the three who got off the luckiest for our crimes and want us dead. Don't you just feel the love?

"I swear if I catch her alone." She seethes.

"Love please control yourself I think Madam Pomfrey is about to come over to see what wrongs with your flailing hands."

"I'll kill her using the muggle way."

"With knives and sharp pointy things." Pansy continues whispering as she completely disregards Blaise who at this point seems desperate.

Blaise sends me a frightened glance and I just lift my hands shrugging nonchalantly.

"Better to let her have a monologue with herself then for her to start throwing things at us like last time."

"True she did break you're aquarium last time."

"She killed my fishes; those fishes had hopes and dreams." I say in a most serious voice.

Blaise lets out a laugh before looking at the entrance a glint in his eyes that I know can bring no good too those involved especially me.

"So Dray still pining after the boy who lived six times?"



This seems to catch Pansy's attention and she stops her scheming to tune in.

"Yes." My voice is laced with bitterness.

"Draco dear you know half the girls and quite a bit of boys are dreaming of being with him."(1) She states.

"I know but I won't worry about them I'm dreaming the hardest." (1)

"Well I'm sure if anyone can turn a perfectly straight guy gay it's you."

"Blaise there's no such thing as a straight guy once I want him." I state with a quick grin.

Me cocky? Heaven's no just very honest. Seeing as the conversation has slipped from my next conquest to the flavor of the wedding cake I go back to my favorite pastime: Inconspicuously Watching Harry Potter. Well I always thought I was very inconspicuous but seeing as Granger's staring straight at me it seems I've been spotted. What to do what to do? I guess I should just plead with her. Very slowly I mouth "Stay out of it." She seems to understand what I say because she shakes her head furiously at me determination set in her eyes which I know will be the death of me. Giving me a pointed look she nods her head towards the entryway. I sigh oh well it's like they say "Why leave what you can do today, for tomorrow?"

"I'm going to go talk to Granger."

At that Pansy and Blaise both begin to rise.

"No I'll be fine, plus it'll look suspicious if three well known ex death eaters all exit in the middle of the welcoming feast."

"I want a full report." Pansy then goes back to convincing Blaise to make the cake Unicorn Vanilla.

As I walk out I make out Granger sitting cross- legged on the stairs a gentle smile spreads across her face once she notices me.

"Good evening Miss. Granger."

"And since when are you a gentleman Malfoy?"

"Since the moment that you hold the balance of my life in your hands." There's no reason bull shitting that the rage and terror of war has changed me and all that jazz.

She seems a bit taken aback I guess she was expecting me to give her the bull shit lie.

"Well not to worry I won't report Lucius." She says.

What that's it she's going to let it go!? No way it's never this easy. My life is never this easy.



"So what's the catch?"

"I'm going to ask you questions and you're going to answer them truthfully."

"I'll lie."

"I'll destroy you." She tells me in her know it all voice raised eyebrows and everything.

"Teh, I see you've learn the art of persuading a snake."

"Fair deal Granger."

"Hermoine."

"Huh?"

"My name's Hermione." She says meekly before looking at me with the same determination she had during dinner. Oh Granger you and you're mettlesome ways. Wait another of my brilliant sure to get me bonked across the head from Pansy idea is formulating in my brain. Hermione best friend's with Potter. Me thinks this is very good.

"Draco, it's my pleasure to meet you Hermione." And with that I give her one of my customary smirks only difference is that this one doesn't hold the usual malice.

1. This is from the quote "I spent many nights looking at the Hollywood sign and I thought to myself how many girls are dreaming just like me of being actresses. But I won't worry over them I'm dreaming the hardest." – Marilyn Monroe

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