Disclaimer: The characters are (or course) JKR's, but the storyline, plot and any additional characters that I may slip in are mine. Mine, mine, mine!
He couldn't stop thinking about her.
Yes, she had been that know-it-all brat at school, but she had changed. Everyone changes sometimes. He just had to look at himself. He knew, as what seemed like the rest of the world, how arrogant and contemptuous he had been at school, disliked by everyone but his fellow Slytherins. Not that they bothered with him anymore. Maybe he should put off talking to his father. He would then see more of her. It was a good excuse. He didn't want to lie to her, but he would practically be telling the truth anyway, if his Mother kept up her refusals into his old family home. His doorbell rang its tinkling tune. It was enchanted to chime into whichever room he was located in at the time. Standing up, he hurried to open the door.
'Draco!' He staggered as he was enveloped in a flying hug.
'Pansy. Why are you here?' He said as he struggled to extract himself from her arms.
'I thought that you would be pleased to see me, Draco, after all, I am your girlfriend. I haven't seen you in ages.' She whined. 'Where have you been?'
'I've been busy.' He said as he thought of meeting up with Hermione in the bar. Oh no, he wouldn't tell her about that. She'd have quite a fit. She was jealous little one. He smiled as he thought of her reaction. She'd probably just smash a whole lot of his stuff and storm off, and then come back whining a day later, telling him that she had forgiven him for all the things he did. More like all the things he didn't do. Pansy was a great one for assuming. Sure, she was mildly pretty, but nothing compared to Hermione. At least Hermione didn't have an attitude like this one did.
'Well you're not busy now.' She continued to whine.
'I will be, I have to go see my father.'
'Why, you don't even like him.' Oh how he wished she'd shut up.
'I have to meet him. It's none of your business.' He said coldly
'C'mon Draco, I am your girlfriend. You can tell me anything.' Oh how hated that whining voice.
'No, Pansy. You are not my girlfriend and my business is not your business.'
'What?' She shrieked. 'I am too!'
'No. Just because we are friends does not mean that we are going out. Now can you leave me alone.'
'Fine, Draco. I hope to not see you, then.' And she stormed out of his apartment, slamming the door after her. He sighed. She was so immature. At least that was one problem out of the way. Although she probably would come back to him tomorrow, crying and saying that she had forgiven him. Maybe it would do her some good to see him with Hermione. Then she would hopefully get over him.
He decided to go visit his father, after all it would get him into Hermione's good books. Hermione. He should stop dwelling on her and her amazingliness. It was kind of sad, as if he had no life.
He apparated to his old family home. The cold, draughty Malfoy Manor. He slipped in through a side path, avoiding that awful snarling gate that he hated so. He slipped through the perfectly manicured gardens and stole behind the house. He could see his father, upstairs in his office, studying a yellowed piece of parchment. Draco disapparated. With a crack, he appeared in his father's study.
'Draco.' He didn't look up, nor seem surprised.
'Father. You were expecting me?' He asked, a hint of a question in his voice.
'No, Draco. I simply saw you visiting our beautiful garden.'
'Oh. Father, I need to talk to you about something.'
'Yes?'
'You will not throw me out?' He asked, surprised his father had not done so already.
'No, Draco, I knew it would come eventually.' Lucius said, sounding exasperated.
'Father, there are many complaints of you at the Ministry. More so, of your manner. Why must you continue on with your old ways? Blood purity does not matter anymore, opinions have changed.'
'It doesn't mean I have to change mine.' Lucius's voice was curt and cold.
'Father, you cannot continue with this. There are now people to complain to, and many have done so already.'
'What, do you mean that stupid Human Rights Commission that they have developed in the Ministry?'
'Yes, Father. And many are of you.'
A/N: I know amazingliness is not a word, but you gotta love it, right? Also, many thanks to my sole reviewer: soccergil98, my favourite story adder: anoosh, and my two alerters: XXCissyXX and