THANK YOU to all the readers and reviewers! If I could I would give you all an awesome cupcake. By the way, I don't care what sort of music you listen too, but "Time is Running Out" by Muse is THE MOST PERFECT song for the relationship between Draco and Evolet(with a few exceptions). PLEASE listen to it! I swear the lyrics are from Draco's point of view. I am currently listening to it and it reminded me to keep writing this story :) Sorry about the delay, writers block has been visiting and college classes started up again.

"Well Harry heard – "

"What? That Draco is planning to kill everyone in this school? Harry hears what he wants from Draco. You and I know they both hate each other." I said cutting off Hermione.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "At least Harry has a reason to not like Draco."

"Look, I love Harry as a friend and all" I said as I adjusted my book strap, "but they both have no true reason to hate on each other. They both are the same – smart, powerful, a strong family background –"

"Except one is evil."Hermione said, as she this time cut me off.

"I believe it when I see it." I smiled to Hermione and walked out of the library entrance.

I hated fighting with my best friend, but times like these called for the entire trio's nonsense of Draco being the all mighty evil to stop. Sure, he wasn't exactly a perfect little angel, but he wasn't going around killing others either.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted as I felt a strong hand grasp my left arm and drag me into a dark, empty corridor. I found myself barley being able to make shift what was in front of me, holding my body against a cold stone wall. A faint light peaked through a nearby crystal window, and my gaze fell upon a set of pale blue eyes.

"Hey" Draco half whispered, as a faint smile crossed his face.

I looked at him, trying to remember the last time that he looked so peaceful, "What are you doing over here?"

"I wanted to give you something." Draco said as his pale hands dug around in the pockets of his black bag. I could tell something was different today, he didn't seem so chill, his voice and body language was more in a panic, tensed up and unsure. It definitely wasn't his normal, intimidating self.

"Here it is." Draco mumbled as he clutched something tightly in his hand.

My eyes darted to his hand and watched as he slowly lifted it up until it was in front of his chest.

"What is it?" I smiled as I impatiently waited for him to open up his hand.

Draco let out a sigh, "Well to be perfectly honest, I've never given a girl a real gift. Not that it's anything special…"

"I'm sure it's lovely." I interrupted him.

Draco's smiled stayed put on his face as he cautiously opened his hand up. The dark corridor made it hard to see the object in full clarity, but thankfully the dim light reflected off of the delicate object. In Draco's masculine palm lied a thin, long silver chain, with a tiny pendent hanging off of one side. The pendant was in the shape of a hand, which I automatically remembered the specific name – it was a Hamsa necklace. The hand was a beautiful sterling silver, with various designs all over it. In the middle lied a small, but surreal ruby.

I could resist the smile that spread across my face, "it's beautiful."

I honestly couldn't take my eyes away from it, even if it was a subtle, but caring gift.

"I read that it's supposed to provide protection to whoever wears it. It rids evil and protects the wearer from physical harm. Though, I suppose it may just be a myth." Draco shyly said.

"It's," My smile grew wider as I carefully took the necklace from his palm, "perfect. I absolutely love it."

I quickly planted a kiss on the side of Draco's face, which was a shock even to me. But I couldn't control how I was feeling right now. This boy, who's supposed to be this evil Slytherin, gave me a Gryffindor, a beautiful gift, this all was too surreal.

"Turn around." He whispered, as I obeyed.

I could feel Draco's pale hands carefully placed the necklace over my neck and clasp it together. I turned back around to face him as my fingers entwined with the thin, small chain.

I must be a stupid girl. A really stupid, naïve, desperate half-muggle girl. All the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw students had a major hatred to Draco. He's known for being the Slytherin Prince, his father is a rude man, and his mom must have been insane to marry him. But here I was, captivated in the presence of this so called dangerous boy. I just really hoped that he wasn't fooling me, I wanted this, us, to be real, but I would yet admit that to anyone.

"So," Draco began to speak as he lightly brushed a strand of my dark hair back, "after tomorrows Quidditch game, how about you and I hit up Hogsmeade?"

"There's nothing like a pitcher of butterbeer after a game." I smiled.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow." Draco cooly said as he bent down and planted a kiss on my forehead. With that, he walked away in that same brisk, calm walk he always carried with him.

I leaned my head against the stone walls and closed my eyes, tomorrow was going to be a lovely and much needed day.

[Next day; After thee Quidditch Game]

"It's freezing outside!" I said as I shook off the snow and watched as it fell harshly on the marble floor of The Three Broomsticks.

Hermione, Ron, Harry and I quickly made our way over to a table next to a roaring, bright red fire, where four glasses of butterbeer were sitting undisturbed.

"I love magic." Ron mumbled as he chugged his butterbeer down.

"Here," Harry said as he raised his glass, "is to beating Ravenclaw in Qudditch once again!"

"Cheers!" We all said in unison and drank some of the ever so delicious and partly addicting butterbeer.

Twenty minutes had quickly passed as Harry and Ron mainly did the talking about Qudditch and other various subjects they kept switching too. My eyes continued to dance around the room, mainly to the front door waiting to see that sly, familiar face walk in. But with each opening of the door, I grew more disappointed and hopeless. Last night's feelings of this relationship between him and I began to stir inside of me, myself doubt was rising and I began to feel foolish. Draco Malfoy had stood me up.

Hermione's eyes quickly darted over to me; she obviously knew what I was waiting for. She gave me a slight, half smile of sympathy, and I felt more pathetic than ever before.

"I don't feel so good. I'm going back to the dorms." I softly said as I stood up from the table and wrapped my thick coat around me.

"We'll come with you. We don't want to get snowed in here." Hermione said as she stood up with me, followed by Ron and Harry.

A look of disappointment spread on Ron's face, "Yes we do."

Harry shook his head, "Come on Ron. You know girls."

"No, I don't." Ron's voice once again expressed confusion.

I starred at my shoes as we all made our way through the thick, pure white snow. It was even colder than before and I clung to my coat for dear life.

"You would think there would be some magical heating- "

"Look," Hermione interrupted Ron, "what's Angelina and Katie doing?"

All four of us quickly ran through the snow and stood behind Angelina, as we watched what looked like to be a sleeping Katie in the middle of the cold ground.

"What's going on?" Harry asked as Angelina stood up.

"I don't know she was looking at something then suddenly she just collapsed." Angelina replied in a concerned tone.

Before anyone could respond Katie's body began shuffling on the ground side to side. Her body was still lifeless as it seemed that something was controlling her.

"Katie!" I yelled, hoping that she would snap out of the trance.

Katie's body quickly shot up in the air as her body was floating. Her arms and legs were both spread wide open, as her head slowly lifted up, her eyes shot open and her mouth was wide open.

"KATIE!" Angelina screamed as her voice began to shake.

I took a step back, too frightened to think of spell off the top off my head. Seeing a fellow friend look the way she did was inhumane. It looked like some Halloween spook, or even worse, dark magic.

With a hard thud, Katie's body fell to the ground, where it continued to remain still.

"We need to get help!" Hermione shouted as she tugged on my arm.

I looked around to see if any fellow students or professors trudged along behind us, but there was no one. I heard a faint, rustle in the thick brush in the forest next to me, and turned my head to see what it was. I slowly began to walk over until I noticed a dark object take off into the forest.

Somebody was watching.

Somebody wanted this to happen.