A/N: Here is the first official chapter that I've written! I hope you enjoy it, and I'm sorry it took me so long to write. I was just trying to get the right ideas, so I didn't ruin this.

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... Previously...

"Potter, I told you to leave me alone."
"Yeah. I know."

I sighed rather loudly before almost speed walking to the Slytherin table.

I could already tell that this year was going to be absolutely horrible.

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[Harry's POV]

I couldn't help but feel guilty about what happened. It's obvious that Malfoy is angry at me for what I've done, I just couldn't help myself.

I should talk to Hermione, maybe it'll help me decide how I can get Malfoy to talk to me.

I walk towards the Gryffindor table, spotting the brunette half way down, beside Ron.

I sit in front of the two, and sigh. Hermione looks up at me and raises an eyebrow.

"I need to talk to you, 'Mione," I say, looking at Hermione pleadingly.

Hermione rolls her eyes and stands up, ignoring Ron who was still stuffing his face with food.

I look at my friend questiongly, and she sighs and says, "Well I'm guessing it's something you don't want everyone to here, so we should go somewhere else."

"Right," I simply say, standing up and walking back towards the entrance to the hall.

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"So, what's wrong?" the bushy haired girl asks. We had found an empty corridor, that was rarely used, so we knew that we wouldn't be overheard.

"I um..." I start, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. "I kinda... Drunk from... Malfoy..."

"Harry!" Hermione exclaims, hitting me on the arm, ignoring my small 'ow'. "What were you thinking?!"

"I don't know!" I exclaimed, running a hand through my messy hair. "He just kept on walking closer, then I lost control of myself!"

She sighs and shakes her head. She paces around the room, and then she starts muttering, "Well, as he hasn't mentioned it or it hasn't gotten out yet, I'm guessing he isn't going to tell everyone. That's probably only because of keeping his reputation up, as he doesn't wnat to dishonour his name any more than it already has been..."

I watch her pace with a worried look on my face. I really do hope Malfoy doesn't tell anyone, not just for my sake, but for his too.

"Alright," Hermione says, standing in front of me with a serious look. "Next time I see him, I'll confront him on the matter. Just leave it to me."

And with that, she leaves the room.

I have a feeling this isn't going to end well...