When Draco woke up, it was sunny. Matching his current mood of "FFFFRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!" which was running through his mind again and again.
After showering, putting on his favourite colongac (odour of the evil wizard sex panther) and slicking his head back to slimy perfection, he started his way to the great hall, completely ignoring the glares from the Slytherin girls, the Ravenclaws, The Hufflepuffs and the Gryffindors; nothing could damper his good mood...

That is, of course, until he reached the Slytherin table.
"What took you so bloody long to sit down?" asked a bored Blaise Zaibini; though, by his tone, you could hear he was slightly amused. "You walked around the hall three times before sitting down! Usually you only do that once" "I know, I needed the whole school to bask in my glory and see I'm looking damn fine and none of them, as they are all unworthy for me and -" he stopped speaking. (Something unusual in his ego-boosting rants) Draco saw what Blaise was amused about.

Pansy and Nott practically 'getting it on' in front of them, much to the disgust of everyone on the table, except for Zaibani, who wanted to see Draco fly off the handle again. Draco felt a sudden surge of fury. No one. NO ONE takes from a Malfoy, even if that procession was the likes of Pansy Parkinson." You do know indecent acts in public places are illegal, you two.." he spoke icily. All of the hall were eavesdropping now, waiting eagerly for another scene. Fred and George conjured up two chairs as close as they possibly could to the Slytherin table, taking a majority of the breakfast foods of the Gryffindor table with them to sit down.
"Oh you're just jealous that you can't have this" replied pansy smirking. The Weasley twins laughed quite loud in response, causing a ripple of laughter in the hall. They ignored them. "What? I'm jealous I can't have Nott?" Draco laughed sarcastically. "Well, last Christmas he was VERY friendly towards me at the family Christmas party. I had to reject him as I was too busy with a few girls from Beuxtabons..."

The Weasley twins began to choke on the breakfast foods they were loudly munching on, the hall was deathly quiet except for a few sniggers and one ignorant Hufflepuff whispering "What did he say? Huh? What do you mean? ooooh. Ew..." Pansy looked livid. She whipped around to Nott, who was struggling to remember when this happened, and then to a smirking Draco Malfoy, who bore a resemblance to a cruel gloating king who just beheaded a pathetic penniless peasant. "Last Christmas..." she murmured. And turned around to Nott "You're GAY!?" she shrieked " No! Pansy! NO! I'm not! oh god no!!" Nott pleaded . The great hall was in hysterics, with professor McGonagall attempting, (very feebly, mind you) to stop the scene, with other teachers just sitting there gob-smacked, except for Dumbledore, who continued to eat his breakfast if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. "Now is not the time" she called weakly, but was shushed by the Weasley twins, and funnily enough, she obeyed.
"We were still going out last Christmas!"Pansy Shrieked again at Draco, who just shrugged. Pansy then glared evilly at Nott, as if attempting to convey some sort of message.
She then got up, walked towards Draco (who flinched once she came near) and spat on him. On his prized silk shirt, to be precise. He gasped and exclaimed "YOU FILTHY SLAG!" (which an 'ooooh' was a response from the audience). Draco was revolted, and hurried to get a napkin to clean his shirt. He grinned as he watched Pansy flounced out of the great hall, her high-heels tapping , her frantically dabbing at her eyes, and followed by her usual battalion of Slytherin girls and Nott, who was attempting to plead his case.

There was a round of applause from the Gryffindor table (Fred and George moved back) "Bravo! Bravo" called Seamus and Dean. A Mexican wave followed, ending at a haughty looking Percy, who didn't join in. He was booed loudly.

Draco was ignoring all of this and focused on a plan of revenge. He was so deep in thought he barely smiled at McGonagall's and other teachers shouts of detention to certain obnoxious rowdy Gryffindors. His thoughts were only interrupted by the usual Saturday eagle from his mother, where she gave him chocolates, money and small gifts. He opened the package which contained exactly what it usually does (see aforementioned chocolates, money and small gifts) and picked up the letter which fell from the majestic eagles beak. He began to scratch its head distractingly whilst he read the letter.
Five seconds within the letter, the eagle bit Draco's finger as the scratching accidentally turned into an outraged poke.
He gathered his package and stormed out of the hall, with Fred calling "And that's all for this weeks instalment of 'Slytherin's in love' Same time, same place next week everyone, for more development on this outrageous, scandalous and disgusting love affair with our own evil unsavoury slimy gits from Slytherin!" Naturally, this statement did exactly what it was intended to do. Cause an uproar.

Draco could hear the ruckus from the Slytherin Common rooms, in which he was hastily reading and re-reading what his father wrote. He began to underline everything that was wrong with the letter.

Dear Draco,

Your mark progress is not sufficient enough. You are still being beaten by the Mudblood. Of course you have to stay in Hogwarts. Your mother wants you to stay close.

I heard you broke up with that Parkinson girl and I disagree with it intently. She is the most powerful of the Slytherin girls and her family ties to the Darklord and the influence of power is great. You must get back together with her.
It is a necessity to our family ties. If you do not, then you will have disappointed me, disappointed the Darklord and most certainly disappointed your mother. You MUST date her. An arranged marriage will be in order if this does not go through.
I cannot stress enough that she is vital for alliance and family ties.
Please. Do all that you can to win her back on your side. Swallow your pride or the consequences will be dire.
And you will not be given a firebolt if this doesn't go through.

Your mother says she loves you very much. As do I.

Your father, Lucius.

Draco picked up the newly fixed vase and threw it at the wall. No words can describe his fury

He stormed to his room to think of how to get out of this one. He decided there is no escaping that evil vile Pansy no matter what he does.