Note: This chapter is a glimpse into the future- because if Professor Trelawney can do it, so can I =D

Disclaimer: Obviously, I'm not J.K. Rowling *sigh* haha!

Just Enough- Prologue

How the hell did that idea pop into your bloody head? Draco Malfoy wondered incredulously. An empty liquor bottle crashed against the fireplace and Pansy Parkinson clumsily shot up from her perch on the common room couch. Draco sighed and stood up from the opposing chair, as well, realizing his thoughts must have actually left his mouth.

Tonight was not the first night she had come back drunk, or with the intent to become it. It was just the first night her ignorant words were directed towards the mudblood. And Draco. Together. As soon as the accusation had left her lips he felt utterly sick. Disgusted. Surely, she wouldn't be foolish enough to believe the venom she was spouting. Or clever enough.

This had been going on for a good half an hour, now, and tonight Draco just didn't have the patience to go on any longer. Not tonight. Not ever.

If he could just calm her down...

"Pansy." He wasn't asking anymore. He was no longer pleading with her to put the glass down and think. Draco Malfoy was telling her. Not for her own good; not because a shard of glass could pop her in the damned eye. Pansy wasn't dumb enough to believe that he actually cared about her unless a quick shag between class was involved. No. He was only telling her to rationalize because she was jeopardizing his status, as well.

"No!" She shot back loudly. "Why don't you rationalize, Draco? Rationalize with me about that filthy mudblood of yours! Tell me why you insist on shagging something so unworthy of being acknowledged, let alone touched! And by a Pure Blood of all people!" She scoffed, "Because Merlin knows it's true! Don't even bother denying it anymore; you know I'm just dying to tell your precious little friends about how you, holier than water and purer than fucking diamond Draco Malfoy, is shagging the wretched Gryffindor mudblood." She ranted, pausing to take an angry gulp of liquor before she reached over for a second bottle to pour herself more. With a scowl, she drained the second glass, then slammed it on the table, not even flinching when the jagged shards made contact with her skin.

Exactly, Draco thought, this is exactly why I have to deny it. You'll ruin everything with your whoreish mouth, spewing out venom that wreaks of a desperate little slag. And don't call her that; you don't have the right. You're just a mere fraction of her. How would she respond if he uttered those words to her? Would she laugh? Cry? Throw the remains of the bottle at him, instead? It made Draco sick that he was even thinking such thoughts at all, let alone about Granger. Trying to defend a mudblood would have gotten him a lifetime's worth of beatings from his Father. So why now? Why even act like he cared when he didn't? He couldn't.

Draco took a step towards her in one final attempt to silence her. Her tears were now flowing unashamedly down her cheeks and onto her white, wrinkled blouse. Her green and silver tie had been loosened. and even the skirt had lost its pristine look since this morning. She looked spent.

He managed to give a cold laugh despite his inner musings. His voice was low and steady, almost clinical as he spoke. "Are you really as desperate as you seem right now, Pansy, to make up reasons for me not wanting you? I'm surprised you aren't a mudblood yourself seeing how filthy you act, sometimes..."

"How dare you! How dare you compare me, a Pure Blood, to some dirty muggle-born bitch! I have a right to act as I please! She doesn't! She doesn't even have the right to breathe! Let alone the same air as us! She's nothing more than a filthy little broom cupboard, Draco! Surely, you must understand at least that much!"

"Believe me, I understand. But, apparently, you're too daft to comprehend that carrying on about Granger like you're sodding life depends on it is an embarrassment to everyone in the same House as you, including yourself. So quit with the fucking accusations, Pans. You sound pathetic." Draco knew his temper was getting to him, but he just wanted her to shut her mouth. Silence was all he craved at this sorry moment in time. She was gaining nothing but pity from everyone in Hogwarts. It was painful to watch, even, but hearing it as people gossiped in the halls was always the worst.

Her free hand scrunched up into a fist as the other hand clenched the liquor bottle. Then suddenly, she stopped. The betrayed expression fell from her face and, in that moment, Pansy looked just as tired as Draco.

"Goodnight, Draco," she dismissed hoarsely as she turned back towards the now ruined couch.

"You're not honestly staying down here, are you?" Draco asked in a slightly warmer tone. He felt like an absolute arse, but that's just how they were with each other. Hot, then cold; never warm and content.

"I don't think anyone would appreciate me coming to bed like this. I just... I need time to myself. I know I'm a disappointment to everyone; you've already told me that loads of times. Just... leave me be." Why was she turning this on him now? As if she hadn't been the one destroying the place and slandering the Malfoy name!

Draco clenched his teeth before casually sitting down beside the bitter girl. He was sitting so close to her that they could feel each others warmth. "Pansy..." He whispered in her ear as he reached up half heartedly to stroke her glossy black hair that now appeared disheveled and limp. She turned her stormy eyes on him, as if asking why he couldn't just leave her alone. Before Draco could think about his actions, he leaned in and kissed her. Just a slight kiss to wipe the abandonment off of her face. Just a slight kiss to keep Draco at peace.

Just enough.