Hey guys. Sorry I haven't posted in like a year, but I just lost faith in my writing abilities and a bunch of personal shit happened. I'll honestly try to post more frequently, but I start school again on August 8th, which is next week, and since I'm going to be taking college classes alongside my normal classes, I can't promise anything. Anyways, enjoy the chapter.

Draco's POV.

The next morning I woke up, and everyone else had already left the dorm. I slumped out of bed, my almost white hair all over the place. I went to the bathroom and got dressed, combing my hair back to it's usual perfection. After the rest of my usual morning routine, I walked down and out of the common room, then up the dungeon steps. I realized that I was already too late to have breakfast, only an hour or so left until lunch, and walked out of the front doors and onto the grounds. There weren't a whole lot of people out here, as most people either liked to hang out in their respective common rooms or in the courtyard. I walked over to a tree and climbed it, looking out at my surroundings, the Black Lake in view. I didn't want to think about what had happened last night, but I really had no choice. All I could think about was her. What would my father say if he found out I was in love with a mudblood?

He's not going to find out. I thought to himself, sighing. Why did she have to look so damn beautiful last night? It just wasn't fair. Maybe I would see the normal, frizzy haired, buck toothed, geeky Granger later today and forget about the gorgeous girl I had seen last night. I could hear giggling down below me and looked down to see a few Beauxbatons girls looking up at me. As soon as they caught my eye, they all blushed and hurried off, giggling amongst themselves. I managed to catch the words 'so dreamy' from their conversation and I rolled my eyes. Girls like that were so pathetic. Like they had nothing better to do. I knew I could have any girl I wanted, but the problem was that the one girl I did want hated me. And up until last night I had hated her too. At least I thought I did. When she punched me that one time, I started feeling weird around her, but that may have just been the fear of being punched again and made a fool of. I looked down and saw Granger walking with Weasley and Potter, holding hands with the stupid, gangly redhead. He felt fury within him, first that she was apparently with Weasley now, and then because I hadn't gotten over her. I just wanted to go down there and crucio that filthy muggle lover. I lost control and jumped down from the tree and walked past the trio, purposefully bumping my shoulder into Weasley.

"Watch it, Malfoy!" Weasley said, glaring at me.

"Don't pay attention to him, Ron. He's just trying to get a rise out of you." Granger said, making sure to glare at me and she pulled Weasley away and Potter followed them.

Why am I so stupid? Now she probably just hates me even more… I thought to myself, mentally groaning. I walked back into the castle, not in the mood to stay outside anymore. I went down to the dungeons and to the Slytherin common room. I walked to my usual spot and sat down. No one dared sit there, knowing good and well it was my spot and what my father was capable of. Especially if I just so happened to tell a little white lie and he didn't see through it. I saw Crabbe and Goyle start to come over and I refrained from groaning. Once they got with in earshot, I bluntly said, "Go away," without even looking at them. Without a word, they turned back around the way they came.

Hermione's POV.

Malfoy was just so… so… oh, what was the word I'm looking for… for lack of a better word, annoying. First he calls me a mudblood on the best night of my life, and while I'm walking with my best friend and my boyfriend, he decides to ruin that, too, by purposefully bumping into Ron and getting him all mad and upset. Now all he would talk about for the next hour would be Malfoy and how obnoxious and annoying he is. Which, I for one seem to find a pointless conversation, seeing as how everyone knew that. Lost in thought, I hadn't heard Ron ask me a question, which was really odd for me.

"Hey, 'Mione you alright?" Ron asked, squeezing my hand gently, tearing me from my thoughts.

"What? Oh, yeah I'm fine. Just thinking about schoolwork." I said, which was always my excuse for when I didn't answer them.

"Hermione, we're on Christmas break, don't you think you should take it easy until classes start again?" Harry asked, chuckling slightly.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. But you won't be laughing when you're behind on your work and I'm ahead of everyone." I said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, you're right we won't be," Harry said. "Because we'll be copying your work." he teased, knowing it would normally irritate me. I just rolled my eyes.

"Honestly, boys, what would you do without me? You probably would have flunked all your classes. Though, I think you should at least put up the effort to do it yourself." I said, trying to sound like myself. I didn't know why I was thinking about Malfoy so much right now. He was madly annoying and I absolutely hated him, so naturally I shouldn't be thinking about him. But I was. Was he really getting to my brain that bad? It was probably just that he'd been acting like an even bigger arse than usual here lately. I mentally groaned and tried to keep my mind off him.

That's it for right now guys. I'm gonna need at least 3 reviews before I post the next chapter.