A/N: I haven't much to say, so here's chapter four.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter-ish things.

Draco's third day of school was not really much different, except that Pansy had gotten even more attached to him, if that was possible. Currently, they weren't even going out, but that was not going to stop her from hanging all over him, laughing at his jokes, and trying to get him to love her again.

Draco found it all ridiculous.

Again, he sat deep in thought during breakfast. Again, he heard the name, and again he looked at the Gryffindor table. Today, however, Ginny was the one grinning fiercely at him. He was somewhat taken aback, and when he left the Great Hall for Transfiguration, he expected to see the Weaselette waiting for him. He was sadly disappointed on that matter. She had left long ago. Draco didn't think on it at all; he just shrugged and headed up to McGonnagal's classroom with Pansy, Blaise, and the two dunderheads.

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The day went by smoothly, that is, until it was time for potions. After lunch, Draco, the rest of the Slytherins, and a group of Gryffindors were down in the dungeons, waiting for Professor Snape to arrive to let them in.

Ah..there's Potty with his little playmates, Weasel and the Mud-Blood, he thought to himself. Why not go have a little fun? Draco nodded at his group and then headed over. When they were just a few feet away, they noticed him and looked up.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Potter practically spat the name at him.

"Watch it, Scarhe--AAAHHH!" Draco's insult was cut short by a huge mass of what seemed to be mud raining down on him.

What the--? Draco looked up, only to see Peeves cackling above him. The blonde's face contorted with rage. "Why you little--!"

Peeves just jeered at him, and then started swooping down towards him, pelting something at him. What the bloody hell are--ah! He cursed, as little bugs started oozing up his body towards his face. As Draco tried pulling them off, they snapped at his fingers. Flobberworms!

Amid peals of laughter, Draco twisted around, looking for the poltergeist, but he was nowhere to be found. That is until Draco suddenly found himself face down on the ground, being dragged along by his nose.

"Ny node! Naaa! G'off my node!" Draco cursed the invisible troublemaker. Finally, he was dragged to a stop at a pair of rather scuffed black shoes. His nose released, he slowly lifted his head up, eyes traveling past a robe hem, pleated gray skirt, all the way up to the Weaselette's face herself. Next to her was another Gryffindor, and although Draco couldn't remember her name, he recognized her as one of the red head's friends. Mini-weasel crouched down to him, wearing his smirk.

"Feel like giving it back now, darling?"

"Go to--"

"Miss. Weasley!" Snape's voice rang out through the hallway. Now it was his turn to smirk. He looked back up at her, glad to see her face traced with worry. "What do you think you are doing?"

"I'm sorry, Professor, sir, I was looking to see if Mal--er..Draco was okay," she feigned a concerned tone. "Perhaps he should go to the Hospital Wing..I think he needs his head looked at.."

Draco gritted his teeth. Both of the two knew that he hadn't hit his head at all, but when he tried to speak, no voice came out. The redhead glanced down at him, and threw another grin, noticing his fury. He glanced at the other girl, and noticed that while her wand lay at her side, it was out and definitely pointed at him.

"Very well. Take him down there. Five points from Gryffindor." Snape ordered, before leading the rest of the students into the classroom. Once the door was shut, Draco felt his vocal cords.

"What the bloody hell was that for, Weasley!" Draco demanded.

She leaned in, closer and closer. What does she think she's doing! Her friend is right there! Soon she was right up to him, her hair tickling his face.

"I want my quill back." With that, she stood and walked over to his bag, and rummaged around in it. Apparently she found what she was looking for, because he heard her stand up, and next thing he knew, she was back by him.

"Come on, Luca, let's get this git down there." He heard her say.

"What did you filthy mud blood-loving traitor call me!"

"On second thought..Peeves!" Draco felt the familiar grasp on his nose, as he was dragged down the hallway, trailing feet behind the two Gryffindors.

A/N: Sorry, I've got a nasty thing for run-on sentences. I hope it seemed longer to you! And I hope it was okay, too..lol. R&R!