Warnings: This story might contain rude words so if you're sensitive towards those kind of 'words' please look for a different story. If not, go ahead and read your buttocks off.

A/N: Dear readers, first of all, thanks for choosing to read this story, yeah...thanks. Anyways, I decided to give Pansy a bit of brains except for the 'mother' part you might read later on. I'd rather not let her wonder of in lala land...(Draco land more like it) and make her a slutty whore or whatever you might expect. If you despise Pansy and want her to be a ferretbrained slut and rather not read this story, then don't. Anywho I hope you enjoy reading.

Disclaimer: Who else owns Harry Potter besides J.K Rolling? Exactly, no one. In other words, J.K.R owns Harry Potter I don't own any part of her creation.

Pansy twirled around in Draco's arms, "Draco, I love you darling, but I have to go, I have to go see my mother." Draco sighed, "Why can't I come with you?" His finger tips hooked around hers.

"If you love me you will let me go. Anyways, you need to take care of the house. Now I must go, otherwise I'll be late. Good bye Draco." Draco watched as his lover left the door. She was leaving to see her mother in a totally different area. A muggle area. The house elves could take care of the house, why did he have to?

"Exactly!" He blurted out loudly. "I'll just go there tomorrow with the muggle train and the house elves could take care of it."

How he adored Pansy. He couldn't live without seeing her beautiful face. Draco packed his trunk the next morning and set of to find the muggle train that was heading to Kensington. Excited was all he was. A muggle town. He knew he shouldn't be excited for such a place, but he couldn't help himself thinking about it. Draco took along with him thankfully, Pansy's extra ticket she left.

The train was not that long of a journey. The muggles have always amazed him, all squished up in the train, sweaty and all. Ok so he wasn't amazed about sweaty, squished muggles, but he had to admit, it was sort of an adventure for him.

Stepping out of the train, Draco dusted his cloak and walked up a couple of stairs. He paused on one last step when realization swooped over and smacked him on the head. Why would Pansy's mother live in a muggle area?

"Move you arse." A muggle bumped him on the shoulders. Draco sneered. How uncivilized, he thought. Back to the point, Draco had met Pansy's mother of course. Why couldn't he have seen it before? She would never live in a…a muggle place. In fact, she didn't live in one before! Draco was probably too dazzled in her eyes to notice she had lied to him.

He got up that last step and sighed deeply. Maybe she had lied to him for good reasons, he thought positively. Forget about going back home being all alone with smelly house elves, he could go see her. Better yet, he could explore the muggle world. Oh how father would put the Cruciatus curse on him if he had said that aloud.

Draco walked on the streets as happy as-oh great, he didn't even know where Pansy was staying at. So his very big smile, was not so big anymore. What was he to do? He had to go find a place first. The worst part of it all was he hadn't any muggle money. Love, it doesn't let you think straight. He stood near a street lamp, clinging on to it like a magnet. From there, he could see a lovely, warm coffee shop. His tummy began to rumble. He sadly looked down at his Dragon hide boots. Something was stuck to the bottom of it. There was a strange looking piece of paper. He tugged it out from his boots and studied it. It was orangey whitish and it had a picture of a lady wearing a crown. Written beside her said the words 'TEN Pounds'.

Pounds, pounds, pounds. He had heard that word before. Then it came to him. Muggle money. The orangey paper was muggle money. Just his luck, he thought happily, walking up to the coffee shop.

As he entered, the ringing of the bell from the door, rung. He closed his eyes and smelt the wonderful coffee and cakes.

"May I help you sir?" said a young waitress. Draco sat himself down and looked around happily. He seemed out of place, but at least he was delighted.

"Yes um, I would like to have coffee and," Draco squinted his eyes to see the name of the cake above the counter, "A slice of cheese cake." The waitress took down his order and walked away. Whiles waiting, Draco played around with the flyers on the table when some extremely rude person sat in his table.

"Draco Malfoy?" the person questioned. Draco glanced up, ready to give a glare when he realized who it was. Hermione Granger, the barbaric haired girl in Hogwarts. She hadn't changed much since seventh year. Alright, to be fair he couldn't see under the table, but the same face was plastered on that smartarse head of hers.

"Granger…" Draco spoke flatly. "Not surprised to see you here." Ok so he was lying, he was surprised. He just didn't want to seem like he was.

"Well I certainly am. What brings you to such a place?" said the baffled Granger.

"If you must know, I'm here to see my girlfriend Pansy Parkinson. The girl that you used to despise, along with me. Now, please go away. I'd rather not share the same air right now." Draco answered dully.

"P-pansy? You're here to see Pansy?" Hermione stuttered anxiously. "You can't see her. It's best not too." Draco raised his right eyebrow, "And why not, may I ask?"

"You'll just be heart broken, Malfoy." Hermione sighed, "Go back home." Granger obviously knew something he didn't. What was going on?

"No. Where does she live?" Draco asked, determined to get the answer straight out of her. "Answer me Granger. This is my business. She is my girlfriend you know."

Hermione bit her lip. A few tears slipped out of the edges of her eyes, "She…she lives with her boyfriend Harry Potter."