A/N Yeah, I have no life so I'm writing 3 chapters in 1 day. ... yeah...

In the Library after dinner

Millie's POV

"Study study study, I love to study," I sang as I plopped down at the table where Draco sat.

"I need to study Transfigura-are you ok?" I asked, for he looked even paler and crosser than normal.

"I'm fine," he said, sounding extremely angry.

"You're sad because I'm the only one that deals with you," I accused making a pouty face.

"What? Deals with me? I thought we were friends!" He was angry.

"Well you do have some flaws..."

"What flaws. Where do I have flaws, how?"

"Well," I pulled out my quill and a peice of parchment. "One. You're very pale."

"Hey, not everyone's lived in California for their entire life."

"Two. You're angry all the time. Three. You're hair is funny."

"My hair is funny?"

"Don't slick it back like that! It looks icky." I reached across and pushed his hair down. I examined my work. "Better. It looks cuter with it in your face like that, and less like you want to eat a baby." He started to say something, but I cut him off.

"Four. Hates my other friends. Five. Never smiles. Six. Father hates me."

"Wait, what were those last two?"

"You. Never. Smile. I've been here a week and I've realized that. Here, smile. Smile. SMILE." He wouldn't smile so again, I reached over and tried to push the corners of his mouth up. He smiled.

"See? You look better already. Here, I got to go. I smuggled some cupcakes into my dorm form the Great Hall and need to eat them before Neville finds out and tells on me. Okay, bye! See you tomorrow."

I hugged him and left. I turned back and saw him playing with his hair, and laughed.

IN THE GRYFFENDOR COMMON ROOM.

Harry and I were sitting on the couch, with Ron and Herione in the two chairs.

We were all eating cupcakes.

"So..." Harry said, trying to fill the awkward silence, and failing. "How was studying?" He asked, though I knew he didn't want to know. Too bad.

"I made a list of Draco's flaws." Ron burst out laughing and nearly choked on his cupcake.

"How long was it?" Harry asked, intrigued.

"Well, I only got to six before I had to leave. But I could have written more. Also I made his hair less creepy and taught him how to smile."

"That's amazing," Hermione laughed. "Wish I could've seen that."

"Hermione, remember how you told that he hates you because your a muggle-born? Yeah, I told him that I was a pure-blood, even though my parents are, um, lets say 'magically impaired.'"

"Really? Why?

"He's a wizard racist. I'm waiting 'till we're good enough friends so I can use it against him. You know, be all like, 'You can't not like people because their muggley because your only friend is!'"

Laughing, Hermione threw a pillow at me. "Shut it."

I stretched out and put my head on the pillow and my feet on Harry's lap. I yawned. "What time is it? I'm zonked."

"It's around midnight."

"Yeah, we should get back to our dormitory." Harry said, and I giggled. "What?"

"I love your guys' accents. dahmitahwy. Ha ha." Harry hit me with another pillow and I thre it back at him.

He emerged from under my feet and Ron walked with him back to their room.

"C'mon Millie, lets go." Hermione said.

"I'll sleep here." I yawned.

"You'll oversleep!" She said.

"What starts with I and ends with don't care?" I turned towards her. "Besides, tomorrow's Saturday."

"What if McGonagall finds you?"

"What was the last thing I said again?"

"Ugh. Whatever, I'll wake you up for breakfast."

"Yay...zzz..."

A/N The end of Chapter 3! YAY! I'm seriously zonked though. Nighty-Night!