A/N: I'm really glad you guys like this story! I'll update as often as possible, thanks for the reviews, they're very inspiring (:
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The first day of school had crept up on Pansy a little too quickly. Before she knew it, she was packing her trunk for her 5th year at Hogwarts. She awoke bright and early on the morning of September 1st at 8:00 am.
'Whoever made morning be so early ought to be Avada Kedavra'd.' she thought as her eyes adjusted to the atmosphere around her. She lay in bed for a few more minutes then slowly rose from the comfort of her fluffy pink mattress.
Her mother knocked on the door softly. "Darling, are you up yet?" she asked.
"Yes mother, I'm getting ready," she replied, already thinking of how she should wear her hair.
An hour and a half later, she had showered and beautified herself. She floated into the large marble white kitchen, plopping down on a cushioned seat.
"Do you want some bacon and ham sandwiches, dear?" her mother asked.
"Yes, and while you're at it, I'd like a tub of lard too, it does wonders for my figure," she snapped sarcastically. She was by no means a morning person.
Her mother stared, apparently not sure if she was joking or not.
"Just get me some fruit, mother," said Pansy as she rubbed her eyes. "Please," she added as an afterthought. Morning person she was not, but she was always polite.
After eating her assortment of berries, her father came in and told her they should probably leave. She kissed her mother goodbye and hauled her trunk out to her father's expensive looking black car.
An hour later, she was standing in front of the fire-engine red Hogwart's Express.
"It's nearly 11:00, you'd better go find your friends. Have a good term, and I'll see you at Christmas, princess," her father said, kissing her on the top of the head.
"Bye, daddy," she smiled sweetly. She had her father wrapped around her finger.
She walked the length of the train, checking compartments for her girlfriends. Finally, she spotted the bouncing blonde head of Daphne Greengrass, likely re-enacting a scene between her and one of her many boys she met on her summer vacations.
"Started the party without me? Oh wait, its not a party until I've arrived, so I suppose you couldn't have." Pansy walked in, grinning at the girls.
"Pansy!" they all squealed.
She hugged all of them, and sat herself on Daphne's lap since the small compartment was cramped.
"I can't stay long, I have to go to the prefect compartment," she smirked, knowing the reaction she was about to receive.
"No!"
"You're joking!"
"Dumbledore really has lost it…"
"Shut up Sally Anne," Pansy smiled, hitting her on the shoulder.
"So who else is with you? I bet its Blaise," Daphne sighed dreamily.
"Lucky for you, it's not. Nope, I'm stuck with Draco Malfoy," Pansy replied.
There was another chorus of "No!" and "You're joking!" as well as the added "He's delicious!" and "Damn, you lucky girl!"
"Don't go getting any ideas girls. I don't date cold blooded bastards, contrary to popular belief," said Pansy with a roll of her eyes.
"What ever you say, Pans," Daphne said shaking her head. "You'd better get going, we'll see you at the feast."
"Yeah, see you," said Pansy as she left the compartment.
She was walking up the isle toward the prefect's compartment when she saw that Mudblood and the Weasel boy.
"Oh how cute, Beaver and Weasel are the new Gryffindor prefects!" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"And it looks like the two snakes are the Slytherin prefects," Weasel mumbled to Granger, apparently thinking it was a clever come back.
"Yes, rather fitting, isn't it?" Pansy smirked as she opened the door to the prefect's compartment.
'Figures, those god-awful Hufflepuffs are in here first.' Pansy thought to herself.
She wrinkled her nose slightly and sat on the farthest end of the compartment near the window, looking out as the countryside blurred around her.
She could feel everyone's eyes on her, but she was in no mood for conversing with the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.
"Have a good holiday, Parkinson?" someone asked.
She turned from the window to see who was talking to her. To her disappointment, it was a Hufflepuff boy. Too lazy to come up with an insult, she answered him with diplomacy. She was a prefect now, after all.
"Oh, just lovely, and yours…um…person whose name escapes me at the moment—"
"Ernie. Ernie Macmillan. I sat behind you in transfiguration all last year, you know, helped you with your homework a couple of times," he informed her while puffing out his chest importantly and rubbing his prefect badge.
'What, are you like, training to be the Minister of Magic or something? Reality check, please, freak.'
"Of course you did, Bernie," she said, flashing him her most dazzling smile.
"It's ERNIE," he huffed pompously, but she just kept smiling at him.
"…Right, Ernie…silly me!" she giggled. Once he had turned away, she rolled her eyes and made a face to imitate him, then leaned her head back against the window.
A few minutes later, the Ravenclaws came in, and Pansy was able to have at least a semi-interesting conversation for a while. After a while though, she was growing bored.
As if on queue, the compartment door opened, and Draco slipped in lazily. He looked around at his fellow prefects. He seemed to approve of the Ravenclaws, but no one else passed the test.
"Oh look, it's the Weasel and Brainiac. Where's Potty these days? Running off with that Sirius Black?" he drawled with a smirk.
The two Gryffindors glared angrily at him.
"Couldn't believe my ears when I heard YOU were prefect, Malfoy," said Weasley.
"I could say the same for you, Weasely. But I guess Dumbledore had to give you something your parents could be proud of. Too bad being a prefect doesn't pay," Draco shot back.
Granger put a hand on Weasley's. "Ignore him," she said. That was always her answer, but Pansy knew all too well that Draco Malfoy was very hard to ignore.
Draco made his way over to her. "Hey, Parkinson," he said, giving her a nonchalant nod.
"Malfoy. Late as always," she nodded back.
"A Malfoy is never late. We are fashionably late, and therefore when we walk into a room shortly after an event has started, we receive attention from those already there, like you," he smirked.
"And I suppose you think I was just goggling my eyes out at you when you walked in, do you?" she asked, returning his smirk.
"I don't think, I know," he said as he waggled his eyebrow.
"Whatever gets you to sleep at night," she said, and continued to look out the window.
She could have sworn she saw him let out the tiniest laugh, but she decided it was her imagination. She could just hear him now. "Malfoy's don't laugh or smile. We smirk, snicker, and sneer. Sometimes a combination of the three."
Finally they had arrived at school. Instead of getting into a carriage with her girlfriends, she opted to go with the Slytherin boys. Not that they minded, of course.
She perched herself on Draco's lap, and she felt him wrap his arms around her waist. And so began their routine once again.
They exited the carriage and filed into the Great Hall to listen to the old Bat mumble nonsense words.
'Honestly, if we wanted to learn nonsense we would have Crabbe and Goyle be the headmasters,' she thought.
She was surrounded by her clique of girls, all giggling and gossiping. She was back in her element, and began naming off girls she decided had gotten fat, pregnant, or ugly over the summer. This caused another eruption of giggles that made the boys on the other end of the table look over at them.
Draco was surrounded by the boys, talking in his usual cold drawl, most likely exaggerating a story and causing the other boys to snigger in approval. He caught Pansy's eye for a second, but his attention was averted when a girl approached him and started talking to him.
She rolled her eyes. Bloody typical. She scanned the table for a boy to flirt with, and settled on Adrian Pucey.
'The older they are, the better. And the richer,' her mother had always said.
She always took to heart whatever her mother said. 'You've got great breasts and quick wit. That's all you will ever need,' she told her. Okay, so maybe it was a bit crass, but Pansy lived by this statement.
She slid down the bench to Adrian, and immediately began her usual ritual, consisting of
"Those quidditch practices really pay off." or "We don't hang out enough, let's meet up later."
By the time the feast ended and everyone was heading to bed, she had concluded that he was quite possibly worse then Marcus Flint, and dejectedly walked to the common room with Daphne.
"That was so depressing I might actually go to bed," said Pansy sullenly.
"I'll see you in the morning, I'm meeting Blaise in the nearest broom cupboard," she smirked.
"Ooh la la, have fun, mon cherie," Pansy cooed, blowing her a kiss.
"I'll try, but last time I got covered in bruises. He's all angles and bones," she winked, blowing Pansy a kiss back.
Pansy walked towards the stone steps to the girl's dorm, passing Draco, who was surrounded by girls. Some were older, some younger, and some were from Pansy's inner circle, but they were all giggling at whatever he was saying. She smirked, rolling her eyes at them, and continued towards the staircase.
'Maybe I'll just peek into the boy's dorm. Theodore Nott is looking fine this year,' she thought. She headed towards the boys staircase, but was stopped before she could carry out her mission.
"Going somewhere?" said that emotionless, almost bored drawl as she felt cold fingers grab her arm.
She repressed that urge to shiver she always got when he touched her. The one his father gave her when he'd kiss her hand. They both creeped her out sometimes.
She turned to face him, and found herself staring into those stormy blue-grey eyes. His blonde hair hung across his forehead, and his chest was steadily rising and falling. Overcome by his good looks and her ever-lustful thoughts, she pushed his hair back and quickly ran her fingers through it.
"I was just going to see the new prefect's bathroom…maybe I'll see you there?" she whispered.
"Give me five minutes," he said, wagging his eyebrows at her before disappearing back into the crowd of girls.
She sighed, indifferent and unconcerned about what was probably going to happen twenty minutes from now. 'Well, I've done worse. At least I'll probably have a better story then Daphne's at breakfast tomorrow.'
AN: So sorry it took so long, I've had this chapter written for a while, but I've had major computer issues lately. I hope I'm keeping them in character, especially Draco, he can be tricky. I hate when people make him too mushy so that it isn't believable. Like JK Rowling said, "Whatever he looks like, Draco is not a nice man." And I plan on keeping him that way, that's why we love him, right? (:
PS- if anyone reading this story has read my Fred and George story, I almost have that next chapter done too, but like I said my computer has been in a funk and I had to rewrite a lot.