Ch. 4 Many Facets
Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson
Pansy was rather like a barnacle, Draco decided. Short, thin-skinned, and attached to him stronger than a Permanent Sticking Charm.
Or maybe she was more like a leech. She fixed herself on him and sucked attention in lieu of blood.
No, she was like a puppy, trotting after him as though he were her master. He shuddered at that thought.
Ew.
He just couldn't get rid of her! It seriously impaired his love life, (which had been pretty much non-existent even before Pansy began fancying him.)
And for some reason, she was utterly convinced that he had a deep, undying passion for her.
Which he most certainly did not.
All he wanted from her was for her to leave him bloody alone!
He heard a piercing squeal.
"Drakie! Where are you?"
There was barely enough time to hide. . .