Draco was, in a word, erratic. What the hell had he done? Why the hell had he done it? This was all such a mess. He paced his room over and over again. Staring out the widow. Lying on his bed. Nothing could get the girl, that stupid, low-birth, gorgeous, amazing girl out of his head.

No he would just have to prove to himself and everyone else that he was still Draco Malfoy. The boy every boy feared and every girl wanted to get into bed with. No silly crush would change that. Was it a crush? He had no idea; he had never felt like this before. He'd never seen a girl as more than a quick fuck and then leave.

"urrrrgh!" He groaned to himself and punched his wall for the 8th time.

Yes, he would do something to prove to himself and to her that she was nothing to him. And she wasn't, was she?

No, she was nothing.

He dressed himself in his favourite green robes the he knew he looked amazing in and made his way to the great hall for breakfast. After gracefully sweeping into his seat and giving his companions a devastating snarl he attempted to eat the food that appeared in front of him. But he couldn't bring himself to. He was too distracted. In the corner he noticed Potter are Artemis deep in conversation, their bodies leaned in towards each other and wide smiles on their faces. He felt a stirring in his stomach and his hands bunch into fists in their own accord. But it wasn't jealously; no, Potter could have Artemis all he liked. See if Draco cared.

But when he saw Artemis throw her head back in amusement and form a grin that made her face practically shine it became so much harder to refuse that what he felt was jealously. But by this time Artemis had noticed Draco's presence in the room. She swooped up from her seat and moved towards the Slytherin table and Draco felt his stomach do a sort of flip-flop. Flip-flop? A Malfoy's stomach DOES NOT do flip-flops!!! This meant drastic action.

"Pansy why don't you come sit here with me" Draco winked seductively over at the girl who was about to hyperventilate at the thought of Draco finally returning her affections. Pansy practically bounded into the seat and immediately clung to the boy. Draco was physically repulsed by her annoyingness but as Artemis took her seat in front of him he placed his arm around Pansy and gazed at her adoringly. Only to avoid the hurt expression in Artemis' eyes.

"Drake, you know it's a Saturday, how about you and I go back to the dorms. If you know what I mean" Normally he would have scolded her for the nickname but he was on a mission. He had to prove that he felt nothing for Artemis.

"Sure lets go." He wanted what he said to sound excited but instead he sounded more guilty. No, he had fooled around with Pansy hundreds of times so now why did this time feel so wrong? It wasn't like Silverbow was his girlfriend or anything. No, he'd ignore those thoughts and have some fun.

They didn't even bother to go upstairs, as soon as they entered the common room Pansy and Draco took up residence on the common room couch. He kissed, nipped and touched all over her body regardless of their open position but he couldn't help but think this was wrong. Pansy tasted like chalk, too much lip-gloss and leftover breakfast. Artemis tasted like sugar and sunshine. If you could give sunshine a taste. But he didn't care; he was proving that Artemis was nothing. So why did it just make him think of her more?

The couple were too wrapped up in their own actions that they didn't hear the painting that lead to the common room open and the gasps of their on-looking friends.

"Well... I'll be leaving" Blaise mumbled and motioned back out the doorway again, "Come on Artemis"

"I'll catch up, I need a book from my room" She replied gloomily.

"Right, well avert your eyes, you don't know what you might see" He chuckled and she feigned amusement. Once everyone was outside again she spoke her mind.

"There's a reason what you're doing is done in private by the way" She was frozen in the spot. She wanted to run, she wanted to punch them both, she wanted to rip Pansy off and kiss him herself but all she could do was stand there.

This was what pulled the pair out of their activities. Draco lifted his face away from Pansy's and made a point to keep his hands on her hips and look completely bored by the interruption.

"Piss of Silverbow, can't you see I'm busy?" The voice he used wasn't his; it was the voice of an arrogant prick. But wasn't that what he was trying to prove he was?

Artemis refused to cry. She wouldn't. She expected it really. He was Draco Malfoy. He had just proved right every theory she had gain of him till a few days ago. But she couldn't help the feeling of disappointment in herself for thinking for a second that he was different. But no matter how upset she was. She refused to cry. Even as she stood there as Draco and Pansy ignored her presence and resumed their tonsil tennis and her vision became cloudy and blurred she refused to cry.

"Fuck you Draco."

Draco didn't lift his head to see the tears run down her face or see her run out of the common room and away from the scene. However he would never forget the pain in her voice and the hateful way she spat his name out.

i wrote and re-wrote this one so many times and its so short because i just couldnt get it right. But it does its job, its a nice little filler :) review guyssssssss. once again, i own nothing.