What it Means to be Exceptional

"Don't you look like hell."

"Shut it, Pansy."

"Touchy. Not surprising. I heard you tried to crash Slughorn's Christmas party…and not even Snape wanted to let you in!"

"You heard wrong. Now get out of here."

"Don't be like that. It's not your fault there's nothing exceptional about you to attract Slughorn's attention."

"I don't care what that overgrown collector of Mudbloods and Potter pals thinks of me!'

"Right…"

"You're just wishing you'd been invited so that you could have begged me to take you. Just like the Yule ball… 'Please, Draco, it will be so much fun, I'll do anything, Draco.'"

"Shut up!"

"Oh, don't pull a face like that, Pansy. When you're trying not to cry you look even less attractive then normal."

"Honestly, Pansy, I mean it don't you dare…"

"I'm not going to cry you egotistical prat!"

"Sure…I'm just proving that you know exactly how exceptional I am."

"You're not, and I hate you."

"Oh, poor, simple, Pansy, not even someone as thick as Goyle would believe that. You worship the ground I walk on, and I put up with it for awhile, but now I'm sick of looking at your face, so if you'll just remove it from my view…"

"You're wrong Draco. The infatuation was over when I realized you were just a cheap imitation of your father and that you were never going to amount to anything."

"Don't you dare mention my father!"

"Why not? I have the greatest respect for him. Unlike some who dishonor his name."

"I'm warning you Pansy…"

"You don't scare me, you could never really hurt any one. Your father's right about you, you're soft, and all your bragging on the train doesn't mean you'll ever be of any use to…"

"Draco, let me go!"

"Oh, scared now are we, Pansy dearest?"

"You're hurting my arm."

"I don't care."

"Draco, stop it. Let me go."

"No."

"I'm sorry."

"So quick to grovel, it doesn't become you anymore than crying, Pansy."

"I'm not groveling, I'm…ouch! I'm sorry for what I said about your father."

"Just shut your mouth, before I shut it for you."

"It doesn't matter how much of a worthless git I think you are, your father's proud of you, anyone can see that. Just because your father's locked up doesn't mean you have to be more of an ass than usual. You have nothing to prove…"

"Thank you for releasing that death grip, I knew you had the remnants of a tattered black heart somewhere…Draco, what are you…are you…crying?"

"No! Get out of my sight. Now."

"No."

"Don't touch me, Pansy. You revolt me."

"Well, you disgust me."

"You still love me. People never change."

"You wanted to be friends with Potter once."

"Shut up."

"Draco?"

"What?"

"Here, have a cookie. My mum sent them to me."

"Probably poisoned."

"Probably, but have it anyway. I'm going to bed."

"Pansy?"

"What?"

"Thanks."

"You're…"

"And if you ever tell anybody about this I'll…Pansy!? I'm talking to you…what a witch."