I Refuse to Love You [A Draco Malfoy Love Story]

Chapter Three/

    I woke up to Hermione banging a pillow on my head yelling "Get up! Get up! We're going to be late to breakfast!" I sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "Sorry 'Mione, I didn't get much sleep last night." She nodded her head and went over to get dressed. Last night I had a nightmare about Bellatrix Lestrange. It wasn't anything new though, pretty much three times a month. Hermione, seeing that I wasn't out of bed yet, through one of her heels at me. "Alright, Alright!" I through my hands up in surrender. "I'm getting up!" I'm pretty sure I broke a record with the speed at which I changed. I didn't exactly feel like doing anything with my hair so I pulled it back in a moving butterfly clip Ginny got me last Christmas. Hermione smiled at me and grabbed my arm. "Lets go!"

    We arrived at the Great Hall (suprisingly) on time and Ron waved us over. "Good morning, Ronald!" Hermione said as she took a seat next to him. "Well someones chipper this morning! Whats got you so happy?" "Nothing, nothing at all." Ron looked confused but continued stuffing himself with his third helping of eggs. "My God, Ron! You're going to get so fat!" I said giggling."Oh shutup, Tal!" Right as he put a huge helping of pancakes in his mouth, Draco walked by, glaring at me the whole way. When Ron and Harry saw he was glaring, they glared back. "Take a picture." I snapped. "It'll last longer!" Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. "Why would I took a picture of a prat?" He said snearing. "Don't call her that." "Oh, and what are you going to do about it you dirty mudblood?' When he called Hermione a mudblood, she sunk back into her chair turning a deep red. "Just go along, Malfoy. Go kiss your whore!" Said Harry, talking about Pansy. Draco's neck turned a light shade of pink, but his face was void of any emotion. "Whatever." He said as he stalked away. Ron still had that pancake in his mouth as he said something. "whdsd hzz pruhhlm?" "Ronald! Finish what you're eating so we can understand!" Said Hermione giggling. he swallowed and repeated what he said before. "Whats his problem? I mean, he never gave us this much trouble before." Hermione looked and me then to Ron. "Well, I think Draco likes Talia." Ron's expression turned hard. "You don't like him back, do you Tal?" I shook my head furiously. "I could never like that disgusting, arrogant pureblood." Ron smiled and continued eating.

But why was he acting so wierd?