"Have you ever though about being friends?" He whispered. She stared into his eyes looking for anything that suggested teasing.

"We hate each other." She said in a tone that suggested that he should know that.

"You're wrong."

"What?" Her eyes drifted away from his.

"You're wrong." He said, almost amused. No one told The-Greatest-Witch-Of-The-Century that she's wrong, but here he is.

"How so?" Her tone leaking with curiosity.

"We don't hate each other." He said, sighing then dropping his head to his hand. "I hate Weasel and you love him. That's why it seems like we hate each other, because we're polar opposites."

"I don't see your point." She said, looking at the silky mess of platinum-blond that fell over his hand.

"You know that saying they have..." He said, looking up and locking his gaze on hers. "Opposites attract?"

"What are you saying?" She said, quite exasperated at the game he's playing.

"Well... I'm attracted to you." He said. The room went quiet, nothing to be heard other than their breathing. She dropped the conversation and continued reading her book. He took a sip from the Fire Whiskey in his hand. A thud resounded in the otherwise empty room. She picked up the object that fell and eyed him, looking for an explanation.

He stared at the glinting diamond sitting atop the golden band. He racked his head for an explanation. "You know how you're the Gryffindor Princess and I'm the Slytherin Prince? And... You know how royal families marry into each other to end war?"

Her eyes softened just a touch but her face remained grave. She was not making it easy on him. "I don't know you... And you don't know me."

"You're wrong, I do know you." He said, his voice softer than any feather pillow. "I know that you like your coffee with sugar but no cream. I know that you're mad at Weasley for choosing Lavender. I know that you have read exactly 539 books since Hogwarts. I know that you made your parents forget about you so you have nowhere to go during Holidays... I.. I know that you would love me if you gave me a chance."

"I still don't know you." She said, avoiding the last statement.

"Give me five minutes." He said. "Give me five minutes to introduce you to Draco Malfoy, no more, no less." His eyes were begging her. It hurt him to go to such a low but it would kill him if she wouldn't even give him a chance. She looked at her watch while grabbing a quill and parchment. She nodded for me to begin.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, I am 19 years old. I was a death-eater. My parents are dead. I study at Hogwarts. I am Head Boy. I am Slytherin. I like eating butter with french bread. I don't like being judged easily. I am a little over protective. I am borderline insane. I like to read. I don't like tea without lemon. I have tried to dye my hair with paint. My favorite color is hazel. I am dying inside." He admitted, choosing to be honest. "I really am."

She dropped the quill and looked up at him. "That was only 4 minutes and 59 seconds."

He let out a small chuckle. His eyes might've betrayed him but he saw the smallest smile slip into her face, but it was gone as fast as it came.

"I'm confiscating this." She held up the ring one more time before slipping it into her left ring finger. She winked at me before retreating to her room.

A/N: Hey guys, reviews are required if you want to leave this page... :P I'm serious though, some reviews would be nice, my previous Dramione fic (Which I'm still not done with by the way...) was wiped out of the first page before it has gotten its first review.. I wouldn't wanna waste time finishing it if people don't like it, right?

Just so you know, J.K. Rowling is not a 13 year old girl who fangirls about Draco Malfoy (I have my official claim on him, so back off)