DISCLAIMER: Duh.
I'd like to start by saying that I'm not a huge fan of Draco/Pansy. Actually, I like Draco/Hermione or Draco/Ginny (but only when she kicks ass), but I have never read a good or long Draco/Pansy. He always starts with her or Blaise (who, by the way, is a girl here) before kicking them to the curve, and never actually stays with them. It really kinda pissed me off, so I decided to write one (at least, if not good, it'll be long). So, here goes nothing.
Okay, okay, I know I implied I'd start, but I just had to share something that really pisses me off. In the first book, the sorting hat says (and I quote):
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll meet your real friends…
Using deductive logic I assume that means that Draco DOES have friends and is not left all alone to fend for himself with his cronies his father paid for him to hang out with. Or maybe that's just me. Anyway, thanks for reading my ramblings. Or skipping over them and reading the last sentence, whatever may be the case.
Chapter 1: The Dangers of Bounding
Draco Malfoy bounded into the Slytherin common room, practically extruding smug happiness. Not to anyone not well acquainted with him, of course, but Pansy Parkinson, envy of half the schools population for her 'ravishing beauty' (according to the left wall of the third floor boys bathroom), and one of Dracos best friends (though neither she nor Draco would ever admit it in such a Gryffindor term), would swear later that she could practically feel it oozing into her skin.
With a happy thump he sunk into the soft velvet chair across from her. He was still of course Draco, so to the unpracticed eye, it was a graceful lounge. In Pansy's book however, it would always be a loud thump. She raised a delicate eyebrow and placed a suede bookmark carefully in her book (I Get What I Want: A guide to the delicate art of Revenge) and slowly placed the book on the floor, her cunning mind working furiously as to how she could use this to her advantage.
"So," she drawled, "Who died?"
He gave her a furious glare, which she correctly interpreted as impatience to get his story out. She leaned back elegantly and draped her arms over the back of the armchair.
"Well, I met a girl."
"Fascinating." she said dryly.
"At the Merlin." he said, naming a posh night club.
Pansy twirled her hand in a beckoning motion that clearly said 'Elaborate'.
"Her name is Chelsea, and she's the most amazing thing. She's funny, she's brilliant, she's rich, she's pureblood, and, get this, she's a Magid." ((A/N: I know I completely stole Magids from Cassandra Claire, but it's only because she and her Draco Trilogy are the best fan fiction ever!)) Draco looked up at her, and Pansy had the distinct feeling she ought to be impressed. She kept her face carefully blank. He sighed.
"You know, people who can do wandless magic as well as regular. She doesn't even need a wand, so she's not helpless if her wand is snapped." his face took on a wistful look, "I wish I could do that."
"You seeing her?"
Draco looked at his best friend like she had grown an extra head. "How can you even THINK I would pass up something like that?"
"So that's a yes." She smiled. "Oh, people will pay for this kind of gossip." she looked up at him sharply. "You haven't told anyone, have you?" He shook his head. "Good. Keep it that way, at least until its mainstream." Her mind worked furiously, going over the ways she could get it out. Draco NEVER dated. He was one of the schools most famous bachelors, right below Harry Potter. She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't even realize when Draco walked out.
From the minute Draco woke up, he knew something was wrong. For one, whispers accompanied him up and down the hall, which (as one of the sexiest people at Hogwarts) was nothing special. But these whispers were just weird. He was getting a lot of odd looks and he knew they had nothing to do with his appearance (having triple-checked). He knew, of course, that Pansy would spread the news of his girlfriend up and down the halls, but he had kinda expected wistful sighs and jealous glances.
However, it was a perfectly beautiful morning and Potter had probably made another death threat towards him. He resolved to find out without having to resort to the gossip queen Pansy, and ran back to his room and picked up the Invisibility Cloak his father had given him after he complained about the fact that Potter had one, and draped it over his personage.
With quiet feline grace, Draco snuck up behind a group of giggling 3rd year Ravenclaws.
"Did you hear?"
"What?"
"Draco Malfoy says he has a girlfriend. But I heard- I mean I know that she doesn't exist."
"Really?"
"Yea. He's only saying he has one because he doesn't want anyone to know that he's gay."
"Gay?"
"Yup, can you believe it!"
The Ravenclaws departed, giggling madly, to the Great Hall, leaving one very surprised Draco Malfoy.
After standing still and hyperventilating for about three minutes, Draco reached a very logical conclusion. He was going to kill Pansy. He just had to figure out a way to do it.
Well, I can't go into the Great Hall he thought that'll just make a big scene. But if I don't show up, people are bound to make up even more stories. Plus I'm kinda hungry. His stomach growled fierily, startling a group of 1st year Ravenclaws across the hall from him. Okay, maybe more then a little hungry.
With a sigh he ran back to his room in the dungeons and dumped his Invisibility Cloak in his trunks with a few powerful protection charms. Although no one would ever steal from one another (as within the dorms they were as close as family), Slytherins had a tendency to borrow without permission and Draco wanted to have his cloak when he needed it. ((A/N: I know that paragraph is really messed up. If someone would give a suggestion as to how to fix it, it would be most appreciated))
Thanking all the gods that he could think of that he had woken up early, he raced from his room and, bracing himself, walked into the Great Hall.
So, what do you think? All reviews are appreciated, and Chelsea would like to remind all flamers that if you flame me it still counts as a review. By the way, I read and review at least one story from each person who reads and reviews mine (please specify which one you'd like me to read), and I'm impressed if you're still reading this. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS CHAPTER!