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My (Emily's) POV

5:58

I have to get up in 2 minutes.

5:59

One minute.

6:00

Argh!!!!!!

I rolled out of bed (I mean literally rolled. I fell off and onto the floor). Anyway then I dragged myself across the floor and into the bathroom, all the while thinking about my nice, warm bed.

I literally crawled into a shower, and turned the water on so high that it was scalding.

After having taken a very long shower, I tip-toed out of the bathroom with a towel on. I must've slammed the door to the bathroom or something, because Marie woke up, saw me in a towel, and cracked up.

"Shhh!!!!" I warned, hurriedly getting my clothes.

"Way to show some skin, Em!" She laughing, holding her sides and rolling over her bed.

I rolled my eyes and dashed back into the bathroom.

Way to wake up every living breathing thing in Hogwarts.

I put on the uniform and robes, gathered my books, quill ink and parchment into my black and purple backpack (The ones that only have on strap to sling over your shoulder), and walked down to the common room.

I magically straightened my hair on the way down, and almost ran into the door because of it. I found myself with a very drowsy Seamus in the common room, who looked like he was about to keel over onto the floor.

"Um, are you okay?" I asked, walking over to him.

"Just tired." He answered, making sure to give a big yawn in the middle of his sentence.

"Don't yawn!" I joked," You're going to make me yaw---"

Right then I yawned, my mouth a big, comical o.

"Heh…sorry. I guess they're contagious." He said, blushing.

"It's alright. So, what do you have first?" I asked, taking out my schedule.

"Um…Potions." he answered, screwing up his face in the attempt to remember.

"Me too!"

"Well, I just hope that Malfoy doesn't bug you too much, now that you're Gryffindor and, well your new here."

"Yeah. I really don't want to think about him."

Actually, that was all I was thinking about. But I was ready to admit it.

"Well, I'll see you there." I said, waving goodbye to Seamus.

"Yeah." He replied, smiling a smile which gave me a warm feeling in my heart.

Later….

I arrived at Potions class early, but all the readiness in the world couldn't prepare me for the person that teaches potions. I walked inside and was immediately greeted by a man, around 40 years old, with dull, greasy black hair and an oversized hooked nose. He had cold, beady black eyes, which made me think of a black hole when I looked at them.

So this is Professor Snape? God.

"And why are you here now?" he drawled, glaring at me.

"Well, I wanted to be early, just to make sure tha---"

"That you could suck up to the teacher on your first day? How very…like a Gryffindor." He cut me off, smirking at me.

His smirk wasn't like Malfoy's. It was DISGUSTING. I immediately hated him.

I didn't answer, but just pick a table in the middle of the class and set my things on it.

A while later everyone else came. First came Seamus and Dean, who smiled at me and chose a table in the back. Then a group of Slytherins whom I didn't know arrived and picked a table in the front. Then Marie and Sam with Harry, Ron and Hermione arrived, and sat next to me.

I was waiting for Professor Snape to say something when Draco, Crabbe and Goyle came into Potions late, but he just politely told them to take a seat.

Malfoy chose the desk closest to us, and smirked at Harry, who put on a face of utmost disgust.

Snape set us to work on making a simple healing potion. Since we had to work in pairs, I was stuck with Hermione, who kept yelling directions at me left and right.

So…fricken….annoying….

Anyway we had to let it sit for a few minutes, and I took the time to stare at Malfoy's potion. Kind of obsessive, actually. I watched his hands at her carefully cut up things for the potions, and I watched him lazily stir it around and around and around…

"Emily!!!"

"Wh…what?" I tore my gaze away from Draco's hands and looked at Hermione.

"Stir the potion!"

I sighed and set to work stirring it, thinking about my next class---Charms.

Malfoy's POV

I watched as Emily stared at my hands, a dreamy look on her face. I tried with all my might to ignore her, but it was really unnerving. Her constantly staring….but then I sighed with relief as the Mudblood yelled at her to start stirring, and she tore her gaze away from my hands and onto her cauldron.

I mean I know I'm irresistible, but....

"Mr. Malfoy!"

I looked up, completely shocked.

"Is there something more interesting in Ms. Collins than there is in your potion?" Snape asked with an evil smirk.

"Oh...no sir. I was just examining her potion, because it's turning a weird shade of green."

When I said that, Emily quickly looked down at her own potion, which indeed was turning a nasty shade of green. Horror-struck, she began frantically whispering to Hermione, who was so upset about it that her hair was frizzing.

"Next time, Draco, I expect you to concentrate on your own work." Snape replied, although he went over to Emily and Hermione eagerly, ready to criticize them.

That was close…

I had just used that excuse as a distraction, because my own potion was turning a different color than it was supposed to be.

"Crabbe!!!" I said sharply.

He grunted and turned to me.

"Fix this." I ordered as I leaned back in my chair and started doodling on a piece of paper.

It was for Emily. I drew a picture of her staring at me, and then I enchanted it to move, so as she was staring at me, her cauldron blew up in her face. I gave a little laugh, folded it up and threw it at her.

I watched intently as she caught it, looked at me, and then opened it. I laughed insanely as her face contorted into a look of rage and embarrassment. Se glared at me, and then started drawing something on the back.

My (Emily's) POV

I opened the piece of paper that Draco had thrown at me. I stared, open-mouthed, as I watched my doodle self stare at Draco, then my potion explode in my face. I furiously began drawing a picture of me hitting Draco over the head with a bat.

I folded it up the same way he did, and tossed it back at him, so it hit his head.

I smirked.

Just wait till he opens it. That little git…..that little irresistible git.

Malfoy's POV

I opened the note, and found that she drew her hitting me over the head with a bat. Every time I got hit, my teeth would fall out onto the floor.

I looked her way, giving one of my famous scowls. Suddenly I felt the note being jerked out of my hand.

I looked up to see Snape holding it.

"Well, well. What have we got here?" he drawled, his eyes glinting maliciously.

"Sir, Emily sent me this note." I answered innocently.

I heard a growl from Emily, and I looked over to see her giving me the look of death. Smirking, a looked back at Snape.

"Pity. Looks like Emily has detention on the first day." Snape said, unsuccessfully sounding sorry for her.

"But sir, Malfoy had sent one to me first." She protested, eyes pleading.

"Very well. Draco, you may supervise Collins in her detention."

I groaned. This was going to cut into my precious relaxing time.

"Tonight. In my office, scrubbing cauldrons. Now, fill your vials with potion and bring them to the front." Snape ordered," And next time, Ms. Collins, I advise you note to sent notes flying across the class. Five points from Gryffindor."

Shit. Did I finish my potion? Crabbe better have done a good fucking job.

My (Emily's) POV

I hate Draco. HATE HIM!

How could her DO that?! That selfish git!

I couldn't wait till this day was over.

Author's Notes: Hope you liked this chapter. R&R please!