A/N- On the eve of my seventeenth birthday, I now pronounce this second chapter of my story, duly open for the view of any willing readers. Enjoy. Review.

Yours Truly

September 2nd- Year 6

I never noticed the Prince girl before until Potions class today.
She stood by Potter and the other two, on her tippy toes to see clearly over their shoulders. Her mouth stayed partially open, while her eyes studied the couldrons set up on the display table. I wanted her to shift, so I could see her full face, but before she did, we were all excused to our tables. I made sure to wait to see where she went to work, so maybe I could get my station across or next to her.
Next thing I knew, I found myself stutterig in front of her, only being able to stare nervously back into her eyes.

Yeah. Me. Nervous.

"D-Draco Malfoy. I don't believe I know who you are." I bowed my head at her for courtesy, which she rolled off with her eyes disapprovingly.
"Yeah. I know who you are."
I huffed with frustration, disappointed she wasn't pleased to introduce herself to me. My eyes fell below her angelic face for the first time, down to her petite shoulders that a burgandy lined cloak hung over snugly.
Gryffindor...Gryffindor? My facial expression reflect the disgust running through my mind when I discovered it. She clearly noticed I was repulsed by the annoyed look she gave me.
"Well you going to tell me who you are or what?" I figured I'd continue the conversation anyways, and snarled when I demanded her identification.
She shrugged as if she was trying to get a bug off her back.
"What's it to you anyways? I'm a Gryffindor, you realize that now don't you?"
The small but breathtaking girl looked up me with a smartass light in her eye, while I blushed alittle.
"Wull nevermind you." I said reaching over to grab her paper. "Liberty Prince? Never heard that name b'fore."
"I imagine not." The parchment was ripped out of my hands and she kept ignoring me, focusing on her potion like I wasn't doing her the pleasure of speaking to her.
"What's that mean? Are you a mudblood?"
She winced and the beetle she tried to cut open shot out at my face, hitting the stone wall behind me after I dodged it.
"Look," She started without giving me eye contact. "I'm not going to say yeah, I'm a mudblood. That's like insulting myself isn't it? Regardless if I am or not, I wouldn't just say that. I'm not stupid, muggle-born or not."
I halfway smirked at her offense, but the letdown of her being a mudblood was stronger than my amusement. I snarled and growled lowly in disgust.
"With a reaction like that how could you not be?" I picked up the first ingredients in from of me and began with the assignment. Although she was no longer of any romantic interest to me, messing with a girl like this might be something new.
She became aggravated that I stayed. I could tell because she would glance over at me everytime she failed at something, just to make sure I wasn't pointing and laughing. I only glanced back to embarrass her enough.
"I can't focus when you keep huffing and puffing like that." I complained, sounding alot more annoyed than I was. She only responded by dropping her knife down violently, wiping her hair out of her face and groaning again with her high voice.
"See this is why people like you shouldn't be here."
"Ex-cuse me?"
I chuckled and looked up at her when I finally got her attention.
"Well, you heard me. If you weren't here you wouldn't be wasting our sweet time. Clearly you can't handle this."
I waved my stirring rod at her to prove my point.
"Shut. Up. You vaingorious braggart!"
Liberty's shoulders rose and fell as she breathed heavily, furiously. I jumped alittle at her viciousness and then laughed because I had no idea someone so small could be so savage so quickly.
Her jaw dropped and her hands were rested madly on her hips. "What are you laughing at?"
"You're almost as bad as Granger."
I finished laughing and kept chuckling here and there to myself, mostly just to piss her off more and succeeded greatly.
Soon Professor Slughorn announced that our time was up, telling us all to gather around each table as he tested the potions. I stayed in back, making sure I could watch closely. Watch her closely. She still fidgeted nervously, biting her nails, cracking her knuckles, shifting her wait, and glancing over at me several times as if my eyes bore into her. Her examined our table first, dropping a freshly picked red leaf down into her cauldron. It smoothly landed in the liquid, and after a few seconds we all looked up at Slughorn to see what his reaction would be. His bottom lip wiggled, and he held out his hand to signal us for patience. It became uncomfortably silent in the classroom. A few sniffled, and then a crackling roar began to amplify out of the cauldron. After the noise had grown so loud, and released fumes of deep blue smoke and sparkles through the air, it stopped entirely.
Liberty rushed over to the side of it, and bent over to see inside, just in time for the last giant pop to explode right in her face. The steam settled, and she rose to reveal her glitter covered face.
The class laughed at her failure, but she only shot a glare at me, to which I shrugged off and lifted my eyebrows as if to admit to being entirely right.
"Well that's...that's very interesting Miss Prince...I have to say I've never seen that outcome before. Can't say what it's from either. Perhaps you're wearing alittle perfume and the contents happened to um...no no maybe not. Well moving on now."
Slughorn giggled awkwardly while the croud followed him to the next table.
Liberty's eyes stayed burning through me, sending evil deathwishes my way every second. Her heavy breathing picked up heavier and heavier into quick short breaths, then to sobs.
I grinned and snorted humorously, as she shoved into me on her way out of the room.

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September 2nd- Year Six

One of the last things I wanted to do was officially meet Draco Malfoy. After all the stories and terrible reputations I'd heard of him from Hermione and Ginny and Ron and every one of my other friends in Gryffindor, I had already hated him with a passion.
Not until I witnessed him first-hand did I have my own idea about him. It was in the first potions class of the year that I noticed him in the far corner of the group, clenching his jaw painfully tight like he was thinking of something excruciating. After I stopped scanning him though, he watched me for the rest of the class. He even came to the same table as I, just so he could introduce himself. He really thought he was about to take my breath away when he first came up, then I saw him give my robes a once-over and that was it. I was no good, even if he thought I was attractive, the fact that I was in Gryffindor just put him beside himself. To add on, he mentioned statuses...me being a 'mudblood' like he called Hermione and every muggle-born here at Hogwarts. Just with that snarl that makes his snobby, high society up-bringing attitude reak and give you the notion to slap him. I was seconds from slapping him by the end. He had this way. It was the way he still put charm into it when he insulted me that made me hesitate to be pissed off. He was charming. Such a waste.
Professor Slughorn didn't think my potion was that bad...I could hear it in his voice. It wasn't him that made me mad and humiliated. I simply couldn't take Draco's staring, looking at me as if he'd like to devour me. And then he talked to me like I was pathetic. A joke. I had made a joke of myself, getting all flustered that he was there watching me and not paying a bit of attention to my potion.
Rushing out of class was a huge mistake. I didn't realize it was until later when I saw Malfoy grinning after he looked at me.
"Don't even worry about it Lib, none of us got that stuff right anyways." Hermione comforted me over dinner, only to be interrupted by Harry.
"Yeah, everyone except for me that is."
She smacked him on the back of the head and then turned back to me.
"Really, that has to speak for itself already. If I failed it...It's perfectly normal I suppose...for everyone else to too."
We exchanged awkward nods and I bit my lip with a chuckle.
"That really soothed my soul Mione. I feel my confidence is restored."
Ron and Harry snorted at my sarcasm, Hermione shrugged helplessly.
"I saw that arse talking to you in class t'day. How'd that go over? You like him? Isn't he a Sweetheart?"
The boys giggled again while I cringed, glancing over at Draco sitting like a statue at the Slytherin table.
It made me sick instantly. I wanted to storm over and begin ranting on him, proving my ability of existence at this school.
"Oh yeah...I'd rather not talk about it." My stabbing of food had gotten more intense and all of their eyes widened.
"Blimey, that bad eh?"
Hermione gave Ron the shutup look and pulled her attention to Luna who was taking her spot next to me.
"Hello everyone...why the sad look Liberty?"
I rolled my eyes and promised myself not to be recalled one more time about Draco.
"Nothing. No reason at all."

"The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses."