The blood eventually stopped and Draco removed the now bloody napkin from his nose once he was sure it had stopped. Blaise, who'd been sitting beside him, took a look at his nose for him, but Draco wasn't letting him touch it in case it started bleeding again, and made sure it wasn't broken.

"It looks fine," the other male told him. "I don't think it's broken."

"Do you want to take a trip to the Hospital Wing, Draco?" Pansy asked from across the table. "If you tell them what happened, Gryffindor will lose some points for sure. He punched you after all." Draco placed the napkin down, picked up his fork and continued eating. "You don't say? I thought it was just a love tap. And I'll drop by later." Pansy continued eating as well, not saying anything else. The rest of the breakfast was consumed in silence.

Draco was the first one of his group of friends to leave the table, telling them he'd find them later once he had gotten his nose looked at and maybe paid McLaggen a visit if he found him. He wasn't going to let him get away with punching him in the face. No one was going to punch him and then just walk away without anything in return. Who would Draco be to not return the favour?

Just like Blaise had told him, his nose wasn't broken. Still, that didn't mean McLaggen was going to get away with punching him. Maybe a jinx, or a hex, would do the trick? Show him not to mess with Draco ever again, either by punching him or showering him with those compliments of his and kissing him. Perhaps the Knockback Jinx would wipe that annoying smile off the guy's face? He'd rather not do anything too bad and get in trouble himself, losing house points just like McLaggen did for that punch after he'd explained how he'd started bleeding.

Where was he though? He could be anywhere in the school, maybe not even at the school at all. He could be by the Quidditch pitch, in the Great Hall or in one of the thousands of halls. Draco didn't have time to check all those places, and he didn't want to waste that much time and effort on trying to find him just to hex him.

Assuming his friends were still in the Great Hall, he went back to find them. Maybe McLaggen would be there too, though he wasn't planning on hexing him in public in front of the professors. He was bitter yes, but not stupid.

"How's your nose?" Blaise asked as he approached the group. "It's fine," Draco replied, taking a look around the room. McLaggen was nowhere to be seen, probably having finished his breakfast and left already. "And the Gryffindork?" Pansy asked, her arms crossed over her chest. "Lost fifty points after that little incident." The group of Slytherins laughed.

"Did you find him?" Blaise asked.

"No. Like I was going to waste my time looking for him."

"He's probably on the Quidditch pitch," Theodore Nott piped in. Draco hadn't even noticed he was there until he spoke. "Gryffindor's having tryouts later so he's probably down there practicing," he continued. "I overheard some Gryffindors talking about it the other day."

"Well, I don't have much else to do so I guess I'm paying McLaggen a visit." Draco's lips curled up into a grin. "I'll see you lot later. I've got some unfinished business to take care of."

It was surprisingly cold outside and Draco was regretting not having stopped by the dorms to bring a scarf or something. It was sunny after all, he'd thought it would be warmer. But no, it just had to be windy. It was messing up his hair, his hair that he'd spent a long time to style that morning.

He reached the pitch a good ten minutes later and he took a look around. A few Gryffindor girls, all gathered around what looked like a broom, or what was left of it anyway. If that's what Gryffindor had to offer, it didn't seem like they were going to be the winner this season.

Draco couldn't see anyone else, neither on the pitch nor in the air. Maybe he wasn't there after all? For all he knew he could still be in bed. Deciding not to stay out in the cold, Draco turned around to leave. He still had a potions essay to finish. Maybe he could take a trip to the library and see if he could find anything more on antidotes, in hopes of extra credit.

Just as he left though, he felt the wind, except this time, the wind was coming from behind him. It almost felt like someone had flown past him. Draco spun around, knowing exactly who this someone was. And he was correct. Right in front of him was the one and only, McLaggen. He was dressed up in his Quidditch gear and in his right hand was a broom. "Looking for someone?" he asked, leaning against his broom.

"Yes, I was actually."

"Missed me?" the other had the audacity to ask, smiling at him. "I just came to.. return a favour," Draco said, choosing to ignore the last question. The other's smile grew a little bigger, looking more like a grin now. Please don't say the moron thought he meant the kiss. Couldn't he take a hint? What about "I'm not interested" didn't he understand?

He searched his pocket for his wand, but it was empty. He checked again. Still nothing. After checking all the other pockets, and finding out they were all empty except for a random handkerchief he kept there just in case he needed it, which would have been nice to know was there earlier, he looked back over at McLaggen. He was still looking at him, the same grin plastered on his face. "Looking for something?"

Draco eyed the broom the other was leaning on and an idea sprung to mind. He took a few steps towards the Gryffindor, looking at him as he did. He was too busy looking back at Draco with that same grin to notice what the blonde's foot was doing. He gave the broom a kick. It gave in and McLaggen, who had been resting his body weight on it, fell right to the ground.

"Don't bother me again or that broom isn't the only thing getting kicked."

He spun around and proceeded to continue walking like nothing had happened.

He didn't get very far though as a hand grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. With a sigh he turned around. "What? How many more hints do you need to know that I'm not interested? I'm not interested, nor will I ever be."

Draco continued. "You're intrusive, you never leave me alone, your stupid compliments suck and you're a dumb Gryffindor. You couldn't be less my type if you tried." He opened his mouth to continue his little rant, but stopped as he noticed how close McLaggen now was. He stared at him in silence as a hand got placed on the small of his back. This was very familiar.

"Don't you have a couple hundred fangirls that would love to listen to those compliments and be with you? Why don't you just leave me be?"

"Because why go after one of them when it's you that I'm interested in?"

"Try obsessed. I think you passed interested a long time ago."

"Well, I mean. Have you seen yourself in a mirror? What's there not to be obsessed with?"

"The fact that I'm very uninterested in you," Draco replied. "But you don't seem to care. You've probably never even heard of the word rejection, well you have now." He tried wiggling out of the older's grip. He was dirty after laying on the ground and Draco was not letting him get any dirt on his clean, and not very cheap, clothes. "I'm not one of those girls running after you like headless chickens. Spoiled prick."

"You're one to talk."

"Excuse you?"

"Sorry, but you're the most spoiled person here."

"Aren't you supposed to be spoiling me with compliments and ignoring my obvious hints about my disinterest, not insulting me?" Draco finally got out of the other male's grip, taking a step back in case he wanted to try that again. "Where did all the "your eyes look like moons" and "you're aesthetically pleasing" rubbish go?"

"So you want my compliments instead?"

"Yes-. I mean no. No, I don't." Draco took a few more steps backwards. "I want you to leave me alone," he continued, a finger pointed at the Gryffindor. He then proceeded to turn back around and walk away.

"I'll see you later then."