CHAPTER 4: Draco's point of view

One day, right after I started living with Hermione, I was sitting with Pansy Parkinson in in a bar, drinking.

"Hey, Pansy, just so I can mentally prepare myself, now that I am with Hermione, when are you going to act?"

She smirked. "I'm waiting for the right moment. I'd give it... a week. Two at most."

So the calm before storm is coming to an end now, huh? "Mhm... Thanks for tell me. By the way, why did you even bother waiting for them to break up? That's the one thing I don't understand."

"Because I wanted him confused! She left him – for you of all people – and now you're even living together. After a month of dating while they lived separately all those years. He just doesn't understand how are you better than his awesome self. He started looking for some reassuring and I, the-Great-Slytherin-Princess-who-wouldn't-spare-hi m-a-second-glance, am there. Because of this and the fact that he'll be the one to make the first move, he won't run away immediately and later will be too late," she finished her explanation happily. How... well thought out... I can't help but admire her a little. She's creating such a battle plan only to get a lover. No wonder she makes a great strategist.

But still... ugh. "And please, how serious are you about him?"

"Depends. Tell you after the first stage."

"You're seriously awful. I'm happy I'm outside your interest range."

"Oh, please, don't act like a saint now! We all know what a bastard you can be if you want. And in regards to the second part... come on, you're more like a little brother to me! How could I ever target you? Moreover you don't have any of the things I care about."

"I know, and am grateful for that. But! Little brother? What the hell? We're just few months apart!"

"Yes, yes, keep protecting your pride."

She petted my head. God, how I hate this habit of hers!

"I seriously hate you."

"Aw, he's sulking! How sweet! But, darling, we all know that in reality you love me."

I rolled my eyes and finished my drink in one gulp.

"And he's not denying it! Oh, I never knew you were this serious about me; I'll tell your girlfriend."

"Forget it. It won't work and you'll just be disappointed to have lost your source of twisted amusement."

"Tse. She trusts you that much?"

I looked at her questioningly. "...Of course, but more importantly, she just knows you don't deserve any trust."

"Too bad; in that case I'll have to thoughtfully enjoy Weasley, when I get him."

"Heh. Good luck. That's the one person I'll let you do whatever you want with while refraining from any comments. He deserves it." That bastard let Hermione suffer for years. He had it coming sooner or later. It's karma.

"Riiight. He dared to mess with the mighty Draco Malfoy's precious darling..." I could hear the suppressed laughter. I swear I'm going to murder her one of these days.

"Precisely. Now, if you'll excuse me..." I got up to leave the irritating woman there.

"Huh? Already? Why so soon?"

I looked her in the eyes and after a while she sighed. "Oh, I see, it's time to go pick Mrs Malfoy up. You're getting disgusting, you know?"

"So being happy is now called disgusting? That's new..."

"As compensation you'll later let me take charge of the disciplination of the babies you're going to make now, right?"

I was shocked. Not by the idea of me having children with Hermione, not at all, actually I was looking forward to that, but by the fact, that it even crossed her mind that I'd let my precious little babies anywhere near her, let alone let her educate them! And she even dares call it 'disciplination' so openly!

I shot her an icy glare. "Parkinson, you're never ever, in this or any other universe, touching my children. I'm not letting you corrupt their innocent pure minds with your perversions. That's all. Bye."

She called after me, "Stingy! Oh, and next time it's your treat. Punishment for leaving me!"

I didn't even turn around; I just waved my hand in her general direction and left her to her own fate. Hermione was waiting; I couldn't care less about some Parkinson. Isn't that what 'being disgusting' is all about?