A/N: Hola, amigos. Well, I'm back (kinda) from a very very long break. I'm so very sorry for not updating anything. It's just that there's too much school work and this summer, we've been going to many places. Plus, there's the fact that I'm a lazy ass. Sorry again! This story is my apology. Btw, DRAMIONE 5EVA!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is a genius. I am merely an amateur writer.

Summary: She met him in a skating rink. Their love story started there. You'd think it was romantic and cheesy the way they met each other, like for example, the girl fell and the boy caught her and they'd look into each other's eyes, no? But no, that was too cliché for them. This, in fact, is how they met each other and how they always fought, and how they somehow fell in love in the process.

In the middle of the skating rink was the protagonist of our story. She was skating ever-so-gracefully, like a butterfly fluttering through the sky. She's no professional figure skater, but the way she moves in the rink might as well be the basis. She was good. No, she was great.

Running through the mind of this beautiful girl were a jumble of thoughts, but it was rudely interrupted by the main guy of our story. See, he accidentally (or not, who knows!) bumped her, which made her tumble to the fall very ungracefully. As he bumped her, he shot her a dirty look, as if to say that she was blocking his way intentionally and that it was her fault that she fell. She gave him a disbelieving look and opened her mouth as if to say something, very rude I might add, but decided against it.

As he was brushing away the invisible lint on his clothes, she stood up. Once she regained her balance, she muttered, "Jerk."

The boy turned to her and glared, but she wouldn't back off, she glared back.

"Bitch," he says.

She gasped, but retorted with "Asshole."

"Useless piece of shit."

"Smelly pile of crap."


"Hey Draco! Let's go!" a voice from somewhere shouted, interrupting the exchange of very colourful words from our main characters.

"Coming, Blaise!" Draco yells.

The girl scoffs and mutters under her breath, "Draco. What a name."

But, unfortunately, Draco heard it. "Why? There ain't nothing wrong with my name. What's yours?" he says in a very arrogant manner.

"Draco!" Blaise shouts again.

"Well?" Draco says.

But our protagonist was too smart to answer. She wouldn't just give away her name. Especially not to someone as proud as Draco. So she just smiles very very sarcastically and skates away but not before hearing Draco say "This isn't the last you'll see of me! You, you, you foul – Okay, Blaise, I'm coming!"

The girl just bows her head and says, "Then my life will be a living hell."

Poor, poor Hermione Granger. She just might be the next victim of Draco Malfoy's bullying.

A/N: I know, I know. Super short. I'm so sorry, once again. I'm just not the kind of person to write long chapters. Hopefully, I'll find inspiration to continue this. Review!