I was walking downstairs to breakfast the next morning when I was confronted by two Ravenclaw girls I had never spoken to before.

"Hi, Hannah," one said.

". . . Hi," I replied, confused.

"So, is it true?" one asked.

"Is what true?" I asked.

"About Malfoy," the other said.

*If they're talking about what I think they're talking about I'm going to crucify Harry and Ron.*

"I don't follow," I said.

"At the Quidditch World Cup. Everyone's talking about it," the first girl said.

"About what?" I asked, growing more and more impatient.

"About how you and Draco Malfoy were snogging!" the girls said.

*Destruction of Harry and Ron is imminent.*

-Calm down, they probably didn't tell these two-

*But they told someone who told and now everyone knows.*

-Not everyone is going to know.-

*Please. I'm Hannah Potter. EVERYONE knows my business.*

"I'm sorry. . . Do I know you guys?" I asked.

They exchanged glances. "Uh, I don't think so. I mean we've had class together, but-."

"Right. So, you're pretty much asking a stranger what she's been up to recently? Way to be rude," I asked.

The girls exchanged glances, and then looked back at me completely offended.

"We're rude?" one girl asked.

"Look at you," the other said.

I sighed. Second day of class and there was already drama – and I didn't even know these girls!

"Is that how you talk to two people you've never even spoken to before?" they asked.

"Yes, when they don't know me and they're just in my business for no reason, thanks," I said. I started to walk down the stairs.

"Wow, what a bitch," one of the girls said.

"Yeah. I don't care how famous she. Who does she think she is talking to us like that?" The other said.

-Just ignore them. Keep walking.-

*Yeah. I've already got beef with my two best buddies anyway.*

I walked down to the Great Hall and found Harry, Ron and Hermione at breakfast like usual.

I sat down and leered at the boys.

"So, what'd you do to make her mad?" Hermione asked cutting into her eggs.

"I don't know," Harry said.

"This morning two girls I don't even know asked me if I snogged Malfoy over the summer. Want to explain to me how exactly something like that happened?" I asked.

"We only told-."

"None of them can keep a secret," I said.

"Maybe we shouldn't be o concerned with Hannah's drama and be more concerned about Dumbledore planned a Hogsmeade trip at the beginning of the year," Hermione said.

"Who cares? I'm not even going now," I said.

"Why?" Hermione asked. "What about Seamus?"

"She's got detention with Malfoy," Ron said.

"Oh, so you've got detention with your new snog buddy then?" Fred asked as he walked by with George. I turned to Harry and Ron.

"Sorry. . ." they said.

"I try not to give the twins a reason to tease me," I said.

"Sorry, Hannah," Harry said.

"And don't worry about detention. It'll be over before you know it," Hermione said.

"Oh, please, it's with Snape. I swear time moves twelve times slower in that room. There's a shift in time space continuum in his office. He wants us to suffer forever," I said.

"Whatever," Hermione said, going back to her breakfast. "Shift in the time space continuum. Rubbish."

Before I knew it, it was Saturday and I was walking down to Snape's classroom after breakfast, missing out on the first Hogsmeade trip of the year, just like last year.

"Hello, Professor," I said walking into his room,

Snape looked up at me and smirked.

"Prepared for your detention?" he asked.

"You bet. What are we doing today? Cleaning bed pans in the hospital wing?" I asked.

"No. Today you'll be cleaning out the clock tower," Snape said.

"I guess it's just a coincidence that you can see everyone come and go to Hogsmeade from there huh?" I asked sarcastically. Snape smirked again.

"I don't have time today to watch you clean it, nor do I have the will, so I expect to see that tower spotless when I go to see it this evening. Now get going." I rolled my eyes and leave.

*There has to be a shift in the time space contnium. Snape not watching me suffer during detention?*

I walked to the clock tower where Draco was sweeping the floor, staring off into space.

"Hey blondie!" I call out. Draco looks over at me.

"Oh. Hi, Hannah," he said, his voice trailing off as if he were distracted by something.

*Okay then*

I walked over to the window and looked down at the students who were going to Hogsmeade. I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione walking out to Hogsmeade.

"Professor Snape is a sick, sick man," I said picking up a broom.

"Uh huh. . ." Draco said. He wasn't really sweeping anymore, just moving the broom across the floor.

"Dude, where is your head?" I asked, sweeping the floor. Draco didn't answer me. "Draco!" I scream.

He came back to reality and looked over at me.

"What?" he asked. I shook my head.

"Draco, what's up with you today?" I asked, curiously.

"Oh, nothing. I'm fine. My heads just somewhere else today," he said. He laughed nervously and started sweeping the floor again.

I ignored him and start sweeping. I didn't have time for this.

"Hannah?" Draco asked. I stopped sweeping and looked over at him. "Do you. . . Never mind." Draco went back to sweeping the floor.

"Are you afraid of me?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"Are you scared of me or something? You're not talking to me," I said.

"No. . . But you are kind of intimidating," he said. I chuckled.

"I'm intimidating?" I asked as you sweep the floor.

"I mean, well, you're smart and smart people intimidate me," he said.

"But you're smart Draco," I said. Draco scoffed. "No really. You're not as smart as me and Hermione but you're an average smart, like smarter than everyone else but not quite on my level."

-Over confident much?-
*Well, when you can back it up. . .*

"You really think so?" Draco asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. If you weren't so busy flirting with Pansy then you'd probably be better in potions than me," I said.

-Don't give the boy false hope-
*Shut up*
-I can't. I'm you're conscious! And right now you're ignoring me. You're a prodigy. You're better than Snape in some aspects.-

"I don't flirt with Pansy. Who ever would want to flirt with. . . 'that' is probably really, really, really, really, really, desperate," Draco said.

"You used to go out with that whole new level of desperation," I reply.

"Don't remind me," Draco said.

I looked around the clock tower. It was covered in dust, dead spiders, cobwebs and dirt. I sighed deeply.

"This is going to take forever," I said. "Snape has a sick sense of humor."

"Snape has a sick mind period," Draco added. I looked at him surprised.

"I thought he was your favorite teacher?" I asked.

"That's exactly WHY he's my favorite teacher," Draco said. I rolled my eyes.

"You have a sick mind too apparently," I replied.

"Apparently," Draco said. "So, can I ask you something I heard?"

"Sure," I said.

"You're going out with Seamus?" he asked.

"Not officially," I said. "We're going to go out on a date. . . Eventually when I get out of detention."

"Oh. . ." he said. "I told you he liked you."

"I guess I should listen to you more often if you're right all of the time," I said with a smile. "But, I also told you that-."

"You would go out with a guy like him, yeah," he said sweeping the floor intensely.

"I'm sorry, have I upset you?" I asked.

"No. Of course not," he said looking up at me. "Why would I be upset?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. You just seem. . . Angry."

"Well, I'm not," he said.

He was lying. I could see it in his eyes. But why?