Hi! I forgot to put this on the last chapter -_- This is my first fanfic so I kind of failed…

ANYWAY! Please please pleeeeeaaase review! Don't be TOO harsh though - I AM only 13… ahaha.

*serious face* Disclaimer: It's not mine. If it was, this would be a claimer… :D

So yeah. Chapter 2!
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Merlin, how embarrassing.

I have had many low points over my 16 years, but being found on the floor by Crabbe and Goyle, sobbing and half delirious, raving about shadow creatures was probably one of my worst. Thankfully they just thought my pumpkin juice had been spiked or something, and brought me to Madam Pomfrey. She informed me I had had a panic attack.

No shit, Sherlock.

As you may have guessed (unless you're indescribably stupid) I am scared of the dark. No, not scared, never scared. Anxious of the dark. There, that's better. Malfoys don't get scared.

I pull my hangings shut. As soon as I returned to the dorm after being in the hospital wing I had cast a silencing charm and an illuminating charm on the curtains that surround my bed, so now as I close them the sounds of snoring from my sleeping roommates beside me fades completely, and I am illuminated by a soft glow. Usually this calms me down if I am stressed or angry, to lie down on my soft bed covered with green silk blankets and listen to the sound of my own breathing. I try it now.

In…Out…In…Out…In… ARGH! This isn't working. I'm too worked up about… something. I don't even know what. No, in fact, I do. Perfect Potter and his stupid friends. He was at the hospital wing too. Already. The accident prone fool. Apparently he collapsed during dinner, because his scar hurt or something. What a wimp! Anyway, my point is his friends were buzzing around him, looking pale and upset, whereas Crabbe and Goyle had been comparing the size of their biceps. How come Potter's friends care about him? He's an idiot! I don't understand...

Dammit!

With an irritated sigh, I wrench my hangings open and rummage through the draws next to my bed, eventually locating a small vial of milky white liquid. Emergency Sleeping Draught. I uncork the top and down it in one, already feeling the soothing effects it has on my body.

Smiling peacefully, I flop back into bed, sinking into a deep sleep…

The snitch, I need the snitch! I spin around on my broom, scanning the sky. Looking across the field I see Potter doing the same. Too bad, Potter. This time I'll be the hero. The sky darkens, lightening flashes brightly. Too bright. It hurts my eyes! Flashing around in front of me, taunting me. Wait! That's not lightening, that's the snitch! I make a grab at it, but out of nowhere a bolt of lightening hits me in the forehead. I drop off my broom and plummet to the ground. The last thing I hear is Potter calling me: "Draco! Draco!" And then I'm falling, falling…

"Draco!" I jolt awake. I'm drenched in sweat, gasping for air.

"W-What?" I stammer, sounding like a fool. I peer blearily at the face above me. It's Pansy. Pansy? What's she doing up here?

"What are you doing up here?" I blurt out, before I can stop myself. She looks insulted. I inwardly curse my drowsiness. "I mean…"

"I know what you meant, Draco. The boys said you were having a nightmare, and that they couldn't wake you, so I came up to do it. I did a spell." She recounted all of this with a rather smug look on her face, as though she was proud of herself for casting a simple reviving spell. Of course you casted a spell, you imbecile, you're a witch aren't you?

"Thank you, Pansy. Now, do you mind leaving for a while so I can get dressed?" I say this in a perfectly polite voice, careful not to make her annoyed. I instantly regret it, as a familiar look crosses her face. Oh no. At least if she was annoyed, she would have left, which is much preferable to this. She pushes me back down onto the bed.

"If you don't mind, Draco, I'd rather stay right here…" she purrs. She hangs her face over mine, closing her eyes, her long hair tickling my neck. I hate long hair. She gently pushes her lips against mine, and it feels… like nothing. I don't have feelings for this girl, I realise. Of course, I already know this, but every time we kiss I feel my resentment towards her increasing. Pansy threads her fingers through my hair, and begins pulling off my blankets.

Right. Enough is enough. I gently but firmly push her away from me. She looks slightly hurt, but that can't be helped. I mean, really! Pansy went too far that time, and by look on her face, she knows it.

"Pansy," I say. "I need to get dressed, and you need to leave."

"Fine!" she says, slightly hysterically, sounding close to tears. "I'll go! I'll go and tell your friends that you're awake now, shall I?" I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, choosing not to answer. A moment later the door opens and then slams shut. I open my eyes again, happy to be alone once more.

You may be wondering why I don't simply break it off with her. Believe me, I would if I could, but I can't. Father says that it would be… unwise to break it off. The Parkinsons have a lot of influence in the wizarding world, you see, and Father said not to do anything to upset her, as with one rumour she could ruin my whole family. Hopefully she'll get sick of me soon though. Most people do.
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Aww poor Draco

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