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Where the last chapter ended:

Snaking one of her hands under the table, Pansy grabbed his crotch area in her vice-like grip, digging her nails into the sensitive flesh.

"You are mine Draco Malfoy. Did I not make myself clear enough last night?" she asked, squeezing him painfully with each word she spoke.

Draco was proud to say that he did not show any sign of the pain he felt.

Dear Merlin how I hate Pansy Parkinson, he thought viciously as she squeezed him one last time before letting go and sweetly kissing him on the cheek.

Fools, Blaise thought savagely as the rest of the hall bought into the show. Wasn't it obvious to them how very wrong the little scene they had just witnessed was? Apparently not. Then again...he was sure that he was the only one who had seen Pansy molest his friend not a minute prior. Only he had heard the veiled threats and seen the distaste in his friend' eyes. Fools, the lots of them.

"I hate you" Draco whispered as pansy kissed his cheek softly.

"No, you don't." Pansy whispered in an equally quiet voice before withdrawing from him.

"I love you Draco." She said much louder in a happy voice before flouncing back to the large group for Slytherins still crowded around her previous spot.

"This is so wrong." Blaise said quietly to his friend.

"I know." Draco whispered as he fingered his forgotten quill thoughtfully. Maybe his Uncle Sev could give him something to get rid of the tenderness as well as the bruises that Pansy had surely inflicted.

Chapter Three

"Come on." Blaise urged as the blond absently stirred his cereal into a mushy paste.

He had to do something after all.

He couldn't stand to see his friend like this and the stirring noise was putting his hair on edge besides. In short, it was time to get Draco the heck out of the Great Hall and away from the scrutiny of his peers and most of all: the loathsome Pansy Parkinson.

That bitch.

"Fine." Draco agreed. He couldn't eat anyways thanks to the hag' little show.

She couldn't have waited till after I ate could she? He thought as he grabbed his writing supplies.

As they passed the group of Slytherins that still surrounded Pansy, Draco braced himself for the altercation he was sure was to come...And yet he was able to pass the gaggle of giggling gossip hounds without having Pansy attack him once more.

Maybe my luck is beginning to improve? Draco thought happily as they safely reached to the end of the Slytherin table.

It was then that Draco' happy thoughts were dashed, brutally and efficiently with only two words.

"Oh Dracie-poo!" Came the sugary-sweet voice of Pansy Parkinson as she disentangled herself from the crowd of enraptured Slytherins. Her voice causing Blaise to scowl and Draco to wince marginally before turning around to face the horrible pink, sparkly and sequined pug-faced monster.

Erm…that is to say Pansy.

I just had to jinx myself didn't I? Draco thought helplessly as Pansy approached him once more.

Just as before, the Great Hall went silent as they hungrily took in the live entertainment of the morning, which would later be remembered as the Draco and Pansy soap opera, episode two.

Yeah, they all really did need to take up a new hobby or something. Blaise decided, as the vultures masquerading as Hogwarts students hungrily took in the scene Pansy had once again caused.

"What an attention whore," he breathed, loud enough for only his blond companion to hear.

Nodding his head slightly in agreement, Draco forced a small smirk onto his face. Since everyone just knew that he was incapable of smiling after all.

Note the sarcasm and mental eye rolling people.

"Yes my love?" The blond asked loudly enough that his voice now carried across the hall, causing many of the occupants to sigh wistfully once more.

I only have to play nice with the despicable hag till I send my parents a note saying I want to take the third option. Draco thought to himself. Only two more days…

The annoying clap-clap of Pansy' high heels became louder and louder as she approached her prey, a hard look in her eyes. Draco Malfoy was hers, he just didn't know it yet; and it would be up to her to show him. Sure he was playing hard to get right now, but know this: she had never been denied what she wanted, and right now, she wanted nothing more than Draco Malfoy.

It was just a matter of time before he realized that he had no hope of escaping her well-manicured grasp. Only then would he learn to love her. And only then would she be content.

"You aren't trying to sneak away before properly saying goodbye, were you love?" she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

The crowd held their breath as they waited to see how the blond boy would respond. Ahh…The joys of live entertainment.

"Of course not," he murmured, not looking forward to what was bound to happen next.

"Good." Parkinson whispered before claiming his lips with her own in a fierce battle for dominance amid the catcalls and whistles that followed, which Draco won when he was able to force her tongue out of his mouth.

Pulling away, Pansy found herself rather disappointed. She had a lot of work to do with this one.

"Meet me in the common room at midnight." Pansy whispered for Draco' ears only before smiling at him one last time and returning to her seat, mission accomplished.

"What did she say?" Blaise asked his friend as they exited the hall.

"She wants me to meet her at midnight in the common room."

"And will you?"

"Yes." Draco replied unwillingly.

"But why? You- Urgh…" was all Blaise could manage in his shock.

"I don't have a choice Blaise." Draco responded bitterly.

"How so?" Blaise settled on asking.

"Until I've officially plead the third option, I have to play nice and meet up with Pansy and basically act like a couple." Draco shivered.

"Another clause?"

"You know it." Draco sighed, causing an amiable silence to fall between them.

"Where are we going Drake?" Blaise asked as he realized they were heading in the opposite direction of the Owlery.

"To Uncle Sev' private chambers."

"Are you sure that's necessary?" Blaise asked somewhat uncertainly. Professor Snape kind of freaked him out a little, despite the fact he was practically part of his best friends family. Personally, he thought it was the hair.

"Scared?" The blond teased his friend. He found it immeasurably funny that Blaise was afraid of his Uncle Sev. Couldn't he see that he was harmless? Or as harmless as a snarky, sarcastic, ex-Death Eater and Spy for the Light side could be he supposed…Hmm…maybe Blaise had the right idea after all…

He really shouldn't have been surprised when the dour potions master opened the door immediately after they had knocked, despite the fact that they had left the Great Hall before him. It was just something you came to expect when his godfather was involved.

The man gave the impression of being everywhere at once.

It was somewhat off-putting.

"Come in." The greasy haired man drawled, motioning for them to sit. "Should I offer my congratulations?" He sneered as he shut the door firmly behind him and made his way to sit in the comfortable looking swivel chair behind his imposing desk.

"No you most definitely should not." Draco sighed, causing his godfather to raise a dark eyebrow in interest.

"His parents sighed the arranged marriage papers without telling him first." Blaise supplied after his friend didn't make to answer the imposing man' unasked question.

Sending a curt nod at the dark-haired boy, Severus Snape pinned his godson with his piercing obsidian gaze. "I take it you will be taking the third option?" he asked after a minute of quiet observation.

"Yes." Draco replied quietly.

"Would it be so bad to marry the girl Dragon?" he asked carefully, neglecting to realize that he had employed the nickname he had called Draco as a child.

He loved his godson, and didn't want to risk losing him.

"I am determined." Draco replied.

"If you are sure." Severus replied tonelessly.

"I am."

"If you ever need my help…" He trailed off. Severus knew that he could not stop him if his mind was made up, but that did not mean that he could not offer his aid.

"I'll just be outside." Blaise mumbled as he realized that he was intruding on a 'moment' between the two.

He would wait for his friend just outside the door.

They both deserved their privacy after everything they had been through.

"Well you see…" Draco mumbled embarrassedly, causing Snape to chuckle, a deep rich sound never heard but by a select few.

"What do you need?" he asked, lips twitching into an amused smile.

"Some bruise formulate and a mild pain reliever."

Severus sent him a sharp look, but went to fetch him the potions from the cupboard anyways.

"Do I dare ask why you are in need of these particular potions?" He asked, worry apparent in his tone.

"No, I think you don't want to know." Came the reply, a small smile tugging at the pale lips. "Thank you Uncle Sev. You are a lifesaver." He said as he glomped his favorite godfather.

"Yes, yes, I'm brilliant." Snape muttered sarcastically as he tried to detach himself from the teen. He may love his godson, but he in no way like hugs. No sir, not even a little bit. Okay, so maybe he hugged Draco back, but that was entirely besides the point. And he was arguing with himself again…

"Bye Uncle Sev!" the blond said happily after downing the potions. "See you in potions!"

"Oh joy." He grumbled, still peeved because of the hug.

"I need a holiday." The unshakable Severus Snape muttered after the door shut and he was alone once more.

At times like these, it seemed as though summer was torturously far away…

"To the Owlery!" Draco proclaimed happily as he spotted Blaise idling outside the doorway. He really did feel much better now that he had those potions in him.

He would have to remember to send Uncle Sev a muffin basket.

Preferably blueberry.

As they climbed the many stairs of the Owlery, Draco mentally composed his letter, and had eventually decided on:

Dear Mother and Father,

I have been informed by my apparent fiancé that you have signed the arranged marriage forms the Parkinsons had proposed to all those years ago. While I respect your decisions, I do not agree with your choice and therefore, will be taking the third and final option. Please do not try to stop me.

Regards,

Draco Malfoy

Calling down his eagle owl, Draco quickly wrote his letter on the parchment he had brought with him and attached it to Pegasus' leg.

"To Malfoy Manor boy." He said as he feed the owl an owl threat that he had found in one of his pockets. Thank goodness for that, because Pegasus was a very temperamental eagle owl and would surely have taken offense otherwise.

Silently, the boys watched as Pegasus' form became a small speck in the distance.

He had now sealed his fate, Draco only hoped that he had made the right decision.

Looking up when he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder, Draco felt warmth settle into his heart. If he had a friend like Blaise helping him, how could he fail?

Blaise wouldn't let him. He had even said so himself.

In that moment, despite the horrible way his day had started, Draco was content.

Yay! Chapter three is officially finished! :D I'm very please that I got to put a little Sevvie in this chapter. :) He even got a nice big glomp. Grins. The poor dear…Though, I'm rather jealous that Draco could hug him and I can't. Sighs. Alas, it was not meant to be…I suppose I'll have to cope… :P

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