A/N this is just something I'm attempting, it's a rough draft really, I wrote it really quickly and it may not work out, I may not continue it. Basically it's a series of drabbles about Draco and Pansy, each with a different title, taking place during their time at Hogwarts. – let me know what you think in a review :)

Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter.

Meant To Be

1. Introductions

They first met when they were seven. Draco remembers the day when her father brought her to the manor to discuss business with his father and Cornelius Fudge. She hid behind her father's legs, staring wide-eyed at Draco who was reading on the hearth. He stared back and even at that age, he thought she was quite beautiful.

"Are you not going to go and say hello, Pansy?" her father had said. The little dark haired girl had shaken her head furiously, blushing and retreating further away behind him.

"Go and play, Pansy. Mr Malfoy and I have business to attend to"

Her father disappeared into the study with his, leaving the two children alone. Pansy had stood awkwardly by the door, shuffling her feet and Draco had stood up and held out his hand "my name is Draco" he said. His mother had always taught him manners, the proper way to introduce oneself.

"Pansy" she had replied in a tiny voice. She peered over to the book which lay beside the fireplace "what are you reading?"

"Beedle the Bard" Draco had said "can you read? I can read some to you if you want"

"Of course I can read" Pansy had said haughtily "probably much better than you" she strode over to the hearth, picked up the book and opened it "my favourite is the Fountain of Fair Fortune. What's yours?"

He had been sad when she had to leave. It was nice to have someone his own age to talk to.

2. Fate

Here he was at last – the Hogwarts Express. He was looking forward to starting school – he would obviously be in Slytherin and doubtless he would receive preferential treatment, his father had told him that the name Malfoy should, and always does, demand respect from others, especially those of lower status. There were Muggleborn's everywhere – he had been able to differentiate them from the others simply by listening and watching them, hearing them enthuse about normal things like wands and owls, squealing with delight and excitement, pointing at the Hogwarts Express. His father had always said Muggleborn's shouldn't be allowed in.

He found an empty compartment, dragged his trunk inside and sat down, watching the platform disappear as the train left the station. He went to wave at his mother, but she had already left.

"Do you mind?" a girl was standing in the doorway to the compartment. She was quite tall for eleven years old, with a small, upturned nose and shiny dark hair that reached just past her shoulders. He had recognised her from somewhere, he was sure of it.

"No" he said

"I know who you are of course" said the girl, pulling her trunk inside the compartment "your name is Draco Malfoy. I saw your mother on the platform"

"And you are?"

"Pansy" said the girl "Pansy Parkinson. You probably don't remember me –"

"I do!" said Draco, perhaps a little too eagerly "you came to the manor once"

"I didn't think I would see you here" said Pansy "my father said to me that your father had told him you might be going to Durmstrang" she paused, gazing at him with mild curiosity "I'm pleased you didn't"

"Me too" said Draco

3. Trust

"I didn't say anything to anyone!" Pansy shrieked at him "this isn't my fault! I don't even know what you're worried about; your father moved the stuff in time, before they searched the house, didn't he?"

He didn't believe her. She never thought before she spoke, always bragging about something or other…she could have easily let it slip "you must have said something!" he had yelled back "I've only told you,–"

"Oh and so it couldn't have possibly been anyone else who tipped off the Ministry, could it? It has to be me! You're meant to be my friend, Draco, you're meant to trust me!" she was almost crying "it hurts that you think I would have intentionally got your father into trouble! You don't trust me at all Draco. Think what you like. Just leave me alone!"

It was the first argument they ever had. She didn't talk to him for weeks. It was the worst few weeks Draco felt he had ever experienced.

4. Protectiveness

"I saw you with Zabini last night"

"What of it?"

"You seemed close"

Pansy slammed down her quill "so?"

"So I don't want you getting involved with him. He's a stuck up prat –"

"And you're not? It's got nothing to do with you who I choose to get 'involved' with, Draco"

"I'm only trying to look out for you. I've seen how he treats girls and I've seen how you act around boys…"

Pansy looked horrified. He had not meant for it to sound the way it did and he tried desperately to fix his mistake "I didn't mean it like that, Pans'. All I meant was that…that you get a bit flirty around boys sometimes and…and those are the types of girls Zabini goes for! You can do better than him –"

"Save it, Draco you're only making things worse for yourself" she leapt to her feet, clutching her books and strode purposefully towards the library doors

"I didn't mean it like that!" Draco called after her "I'm sorry, Pansy!" but she ignored his apologies "fine! Be that way! See if I care!" Why did he always say the wrong thing?

5. Courage

Draco had planned for days – what to say to her, how to say it. He had agonised over whether she would say yes…or whether she would say no and if she was going with that idiot Zabini – well, he didn't think he could stand it.

In Draco's mind however, this wasn't just about taking her to the Yule Ball. This meant a lot more. If she agreed, it could mean the start of something more for them, something more than a close friendship. He felt as though he had been leading up to this moment since he was eight years old, ever since he saw that shy little girl hiding behind her father.

He could fly a hundred feet into the air on a broomstick, he could duel better than anyone his age he knew, he could lie and sweet talk his way out of any difficult situation but he couldn't walk up to his best friend and ask her to a dance. It was daunting, terrifying. If she said no…what if she said no?

"Pansy" he caught up with her on the way to Potions, intentionally making sure she was alone "I want to ask you something"

"Oh?" she said, a small smile emerging on her face

"Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?" There. He had said it. The worst part was over.

She took her time replying and Draco knew she was doing it to irritate him "I was waiting for you to ask" she said at last "I was starting to think you'd lost your nerve. Zabini asked me, last week, you know. I wasn't sure whether to say yes or not so I told him I wasn't sure. I think he's going with Millicent now though. Oh well…"

"Look," said Draco, fed up with her infuriating mind games "if you're just going to muck me about I'll ask someone else. Do you want to come or not?"

Pansy grinned "of course"