Draco hated himself. He wasn't going to lie about it. He was used to being a disgrace to his family. To be honest, he didn't care anymore. But this. This was just pathetic. He was a Malfoy and Malfoys did not pathetically moon over former enemies. Even if they had the most beautiful green eyes, because he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys were straight.

At least, that was what he had told Pansy, his former girlfriend, for about the fiftieth time, as they entered the Great Hall of Hogwarts, having come back reluctantly for the so dubbed "Eighth year".

"And anyway, Pans, even if I did, not saying I do, but just….hypothetically. Even if I did do you really think I would just be able to go up to him and say "Oh, hey just thought I'd let you know, I've been madly in love with you since third year, so can you forgive me for being a royal pain in the ass, and the most cowardly human being you've ever had to put up with?"

Pansy sighed and said "Really beating ourselves up today aren't we Drake? What's it going to be next a-"

She was interrupted by Blaise's impatient "Leave it Pansy, he doesn't want to talk!"

Draco shot him a thankful glance for drawing her fire away from him for a little while.

"And you are just as bad! Sulking because-"

Pansy stopped talking when she saw the familiar mask slip into place on Draco's face. She looked around, her mask and Blaise's mask following suit when she saw The Golden Trio, followed by Neville, Luna and Ginny. Their now emotionless faces turned towards the doors once more, and as one, they approached the Slytherin table.

Yay me! New story, going to be lots more where that came from, I just got lazy. PLEEASEE review. Pretty Please? I'll update soon…or try to anyway…