I do not own these characters, JKR does. With that being said, happy reading and I hope you enjoy.

"I can't believe you're breaking up with me," she whined. "But, why?"

"I have no use for you anymore. Plus, all you do is follow me around bitching and moaning. You're aggravating as hell, Pansy."

She sits there, not quite understanding, but not happy all the same. The common room has gone eerily quiet since their fight began, the eyes of fellow Slytherins staring unblinkingly at both of them.

"This is so unfair! After everything I've done for you, and after everything I've had to put up with. YOU want to leave ME?!"

She begins to rise out of the squashy velvet chair and make her way out of the room.

"Fine, Draco, whatever. Do what you want. You'll regret fucking around with me, I promise." With that, she stormed out of the common room, making her way to the girls' dormitories.

When Pansy reached her corner of the bedroom, she sat there on the plush emerald and silver bedding and began to think of ways to get back at him, to make him realise that he has made a huge mistake in leaving her.

"I know…" said Pansy, grinning mischievously. She went over to her trunk, pulling out clothing, books, and other trinkets until she found what she was looking for, a quill. She held the black quill up by its point and muttered a spell:

"Alacritas stilus."

Hoping that the enchantment had worked, she began to sort through the items around her that she scattered from the trunk, finally finding her journal. Releasing the lock on it, she flipped to an unused page and began to write:

Oct. 10, 1995

Today Draco was wandering the corridors near the Slytherin dungeons but bumped into Snape as he was rounding a corner. Feeling like his usual arrogant self, he proceeded to insult Professor Snape for getting in his way. He continues to insult him until it becomes too unbearable for Snape to listen to, where he then hands Draco detention for a week.

After she's finished, and feeling very pleased with what she has written, she closed and locked the journal, returning it and all the items scattered on the floor back into her trunk, making sure to bury the journal so it's not so easily found, and left the room.

Draco felt free now that he was finally rid of her. All she did was hang off his arm, and while he didn't mind the constant worship she gave him he was getting tired of it. He knew that all she wanted was someone who could get her ahead in her life or give her the constant attention that she desired. Truthfully, he's also began to set his sights higher than her. Hogwarts has now offered far more beautiful girls since their first year, and was now seeing Pansy for the pug-faced girl she really is. After all, he had to live up to the Malfoy name and couldn't settle for less when he could get the best.

After ditching his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, Draco began to walk around the dungeon corridors, meandering his way through the hallways. As he was about to round the corner adjacent to the Potions office, he nearly collided with a figure clad in billowing black robes. It was Snape.

"P-Professor Snape," Draco stammered. "Sorry, I wasn't really paying attention."

"You would do well to remember that next time, then, Mister Malfoy," Snape sneered.

"I will. But sir…"

"What is it now?"

"You would do well to actually wash that sodding greasy head of yours!"

"Excuse me?!" Snape asked, shocked that this boy would dare say something like that to him.

"You heard me, you disgusting git. There's something called shampoo. Maybe you should actually consider using it sometime. It may actually work wonders for you." Draco could not believe he was saying this, even more he could not believe he was saying this to Professor Snape. He couldn't control himself.

Snape's pale, sallow skin began to slowly turn to a bright red. His features hardened, his teeth grinding against each other. He tried to restrain himself from physically hurting the boy. Snape glared at Draco, trying to gain some composure.

"Mister Malfoy, you just earned your sorry self a week's worth of detention."

"But, Professor, it wasn't me that said that. I-I-I mean that, it was me, but it's like I was controlled or something," Draco pleaded.

"So you're telling me that you feel that you were under an Imperius curse, then? Right. And I'm a squib. You will serve your detention starting tonight, Draco. You would do well to arrive punctually if you know what's good for you."

Snape gave Draco a final glare before quickly striding down the corridor, his robes flowing behind him. Draco stood there, dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what had just transpired. He had just earned himself a week's worth of detention, and insulted the only Professor who would ever let him get off easily.

"What the bloody hell just happened?" he asked himself, and with that he made his way to the main floor of the castle to the Great Hall hoping to grab something to eat in peace.

Around the corner from where Draco stood, Pansy Parkinson stood listening intently to the conversation that had just occurred between Snape and Draco. She grinned broadly and tried to suppress her laughter when she heard the outcome of what had happened. When Snape walked by she tried to pretend she was busy with something, then peeked around the corner once he was out of sight. The look on Draco's face was priceless.

"I can't believe it actually worked," she thought to herself. "This could be very fun, indeed…"

A/N: First, thank you Dark Mermaid. Without you I would never have started writing again, nor had help to bounce some ideas off of. Second, this is my first fic that I've written in a while (about 3 years), so I'm a little rusty, but I do appreciate reviews, because without them, a writer finds it hard to continue if they don't know if they're appeasing their audience.