Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: Shortest one to date, but I was in a rush, and I really want to (sorta) stick to the update schedule. Eheh, next one will be longer, I promise.
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"What a prat he was," Draco fumes.
"The worst."
"Didn't even know who I was."
"Has he been living in a hole all his life?"
"Wouldn't surprise me, with the rags he had on."
"A right peasant," Pansy adds with a shake of her head.
"How dare he say 'no' to me?" he bursts out. "No one says 'no' to a Malfoy."
She twirls a lock of hair around her finger, smirking. "We'll show him once we see him in class. You're not to be messed with."
"Exactly," he agrees, "He'll be sorry."
Pansy reaches out and tugs at his sleeve. "Stop pacing and sit with me."
Draco obliges, still stinging from his rejection. "I saw him at the Gryffindor table with Weasley at dinner. He chose a dirt-poor, muggle-loving Weasley over me."
Pansy sighs and shakes her head. "He's made his choice, nothing more we can do." She smiles. "Let's talk about something else."
"Whatever."