"So, Black," Paul says, he leans on the locker next to mine. "When will I get to take you out on a date?" "Never." "And why not?" I try to ignore his cold stare as I search my locker for a pen or pencil. I didn't have time for this, I needed to go to my test. "Because I'm not interested." "That's bullshit. Every girl in this school wants me." I let out a scoff. "Tell me the real reason." "Because I don't date guys like you." I give up trying to find a pencil and look at him. "How's that for an answer?" He smirks, "Who knew you were such a heartbreaker?" He pulls a pencil out of his bag, like he knew I was searching for one. "One date, and if I don't change your mind I'll leave you alone." "Bye Paul," and with that I walked away.

"You see, Draco Malfoy, without your sarcastic replies to endure each morning and that arrogance only you could carry, I find myself somewhat missing you." Draco thought the biggest problem living for a year under the same roof as Hermione Granger was the probability of them killing each other. He never thought it would be falling in love with her.