A/N: Oh man

A/N: Oh man. I feel like the worst person in the entire world, I can't believe I let not updating go for so long! School has been absolutely RIDICULOUS. I was in the school play and then with end-of-the-year crunch time stuff going on AND finals, I had no time for anything. Luckily, this is my last week of school, so consider me officially back! I really do love writing this story, and I love all of you for your encouragement.

So here is your long overdue chapter seven!

He wasn't sure what came over him.

Draco Malfoy did not do nice things. He wasn't particularly considerate or polite, only when it was required for political reasons. He certainly didn't carry girls to bed after he had his way with them. He could have just left her there. He probably should have just left her there, passed out on the floor. It wasn't his fault he was so damn good at…pleasuring…girls.

He didn't know what the hell possessed him, but the next thing he knew, she was in his arms and he was carrying her back to the common room.

Since when was he so chivalrous? Oh, right, never.

There was just something about her, lying there on the cold stone floor, that wouldn't let him leave.

She was beautiful, he wouldn't deny it. She hadn't always been that way though. He used to join in with everyone else when they called her Pug-face Parkinson. They were all eating their words now.

It was like someone gave her a potion that made her both pretty and mature over the summer. When she returned to school for fourth year, she was a new person, and he made it his mission deflower her.

He remembered his first time with Pansy. It was good, but he didn't feel accomplished or proud. Instead, he felt a sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach.

Draco Malfoy actually felt guilty. It was ridiculous, he knew. She let him do it, she wanted it. And they had done it a few times, too. It wasn't their first time, but last night, looking at her on the floor, pale and fragile, it was the first time he really ever stopped to think about his actions. He felt like he had stolen something from this girl and she would never get it back.

So for some reason he felt obligated to wait with her till she woke up, and it eased his guilt. Obviously he couldn't be expected to spend more than a few hours feeling sorry for other people. He had his own needs to worry about, after all. He knew she would see it that way, too. She had this strange way of understanding him, something no one had ever really done.

He hated it. She could read him like a book, and it never took her too long to figure him out. He was supposed to be able to completely hide all his emotions, just push everything out. No one was supposed to see him even the slightest bit vulnerable or affected by anything, and yet there she was, knowing exactly what made him tick.

This thing with her had to stop. He knew he shouldn't have gotten so upset over her and Nott, but the way he looked at it, Nott was trying to steal his favorite toy. No one stole from Draco Malfoy and got away with it, and Pansy had to be reminded of that. He realized now that this was a mistake. He should have stopped it then, because now she probably thought he liked her.

'Ha, like I'm going to take that bullet,'

Nott could have her if he wanted her so damn bad, Draco really had no use for her.

He saw her stir on the sofa, but he didn't lift his head up from his hand.

"Sleep well, princess?" he asked her with a smirk.

She whipped around to face him, looking confused and tired.

"Draco, I—what happened?" she asked, looking dazed.

He grinned. "Good stuff, but I won't bore you with the details,"

He was never one to resist saying something crass.

She rolled her eyes at him and groaned. "Did you carry me back up here?" she asked suspiciously.

He definitely wasn't expecting that.

"Don't flatter yourself, you must've slept-walked. You weren't that good," he added in with a smirk.

"But I blacked out—"

"Yeah, thanks to me," he smirked. This was really too easy.

"Oh shut up, I probably did something that I'll regret once I remember what it was," she laughed a little, burying her face in the pillow.

He felt a smile play at his lips, and he didn't know why. He tried to suppress it, but when he heard her actually laughing, he found it hard to restrain. She wasn't looking, so he decided to just let it go. He hadn't really smiled in a long time. It was so foreign to him.

Pansy rolled off the sofa and walked over to him.

"I'm going upstairs, I'll see you later, Dragon," she said, running her slender fingers through his hair.

He didn't respond; he didn't even flinch. He had the nagging feeling that she knew he really did carry her back. Of course, he knew she would bring it up. They didn't talk about things like that. They didn't really talk much at all actually.

Lost in his thoughts, he drifted off to sleep. He was awoken some time later by Crabbe, telling him they had class in 30 minutes.

Draco groaned and went upstairs, bumping into some fourth year, whose name he couldn't remember.

"Draco, darling!" the random girl squealed, throwing her arms around his neck.

He gingerly detached her arms from his neck, completely ignoring her, and continued up the stairs.

He again bumped into someone, and it was the very last person he wanted to bump into. He looked down into the tiny porcelain face of Pansy, and momentarily locked his stormy eyes with her emerald ones.

"Hi," she said breathlessly, running her fingers through her silky brown hair.

"Parkinson," he nodded curtly, and bypassed her without another look.

He was angry. The way she acted towards him was confusing him, and this in turn angered him. He was used to having everything handed to him cut and dry, he didn't like having to sort anything out himself.

He finally reached his dorm, and went into the bathroom to wash up. He stared at his handsome reflection angrily.

'Get your shit together, Malfoy, you have a reputation to uphold,'

He pushed all thoughts of her and the night before from his mind, and dragged himself downstairs to breakfast.

He was surrounded by his usual cronies, and she was at her usual section of the table surrounded by those vultures she called girlfriends.

He couldn't help but let his eyes drift towards her. She was sitting there, laughing loudly to draw attention to herself. Daphne was at her side like a bloody lapdog. And worse, Nott was on her other side, listening intently to whatever bull crap was coming out of her big mouth.

His insides burned with hate. He hated that sniveling Nott, he hated that stupid, babbling idiot Daphne, and he especially hated that stupid bitch Pansy. He hated everyone.

And to him, that was a colossal relief.

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The next couple of days passed uneventfully for Pansy. She was happy when Friday finally came. She really just wanted to sleep, and had completely forgotten about the stupid party taking place in the common room.

"So, tonight's the night!" Daphne gabbed.

"For what?" Pansy asked.

"Oh come on, it's a big party with alcohol, something always happens," said Daphne.

"I would really just love to sleep," said Pansy.

"You wanna know what I think?" Sally-Anne asked.

"No," Pansy smirked.

"I think Theodore's going to make it official with you," she smiled.

Pansy hadn't thought about this possibility.

"What?"

"Don't you think he will? It's so obvious he likes you," Sally-Anne continued excitedly.

"Oh, that would be so adorable!" agreed Daphne. "You two would be great together, he needs a status boost,"

Pansy had already pondered this thought when she and Nott first started talking. He might hurt her reputation, and she wasn't willing to risk that. No one really liked him much. Still, he was definitely on her radar.

"Whatever, we'll see," she concealed. "Let's go,"

The three went downstairs to a packed common room. People had already started drinking the fire whiskey in crates under a table. She grabbed one and flopped down on a chair.

"There he is," Daphne whispered to her.

She looked to where Daphne was looking, and saw Theodore at the bottom of the staircase, most likely looking for Pansy.

He spotted her and made his way over.

"Hey, Pans!" he said cheerfully. He was never really cheerful, just painfully quiet.

"Hey, Theodore, rockin' party, huh?" she said sarcastically.

"It's awesome! Have you had the fire whiskey?" he asked excitedly.

'Ah, so that's the cause,'

"Working on it," she smiled.

"Well that's great! Hey, do you maybe want to dance with me?" he asked without a trace of embarrassment.

Pansy's eyes widened.

"Theodore, there's no one dancing," her voice was low.

"I know, so what? We can get everyone else going!" he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the fire place.

'Oh my god, just kill me now,' she prayed. She was absolutely mortified. She didn't do intimate things like this. Not unless there was an ulterior motive, and that usually meant fooling around.

As horrified as she was, a tiny part of her found it endearing. No guy had ever been sweet to her like this before, and she liked it.

Throwing caution into the wind, she put her arms around his neck, and let him hold her waist. She saw Draco in the corner behind her with some girl, shaking his head and smirking at her. He mouthed the word "whipped" to her, and Pansy flipped him off.

After dancing with him for a few more minutes, she pulled away. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm gonna get a drink," she smiled, patting the side of his face.

""Kay," he sighed blissfully, and sat down on the couch. Pansy was finding him cuter and cuter, almost like a little pet project.

She made her way over to the crate of whiskey, reaching under the table to pull one out.

"That was touching, really. Very romantic, Parkinson," she heard the all too familiar sneer behind her.

"Not like you'd know anything about it, Malfoy," she said without even turning around.

"Well, you know—" he began.

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy. You aren't going to mess this up," she snapped as she walked past him, leaving him dumbfounded.

She smiled proudly to herself, and walked back to where Nott was lying on the sofa. She laid down on top of him.

"Hi, miss me?" she asked playfully.

"A lot, actually," he nodded.

"Do you wanna go somewhere more private?" she asked seductively.

"Actually, Pans, I've been meaning to tell you something," he said, the old nervousness returning to his voice.

She noticed Daphne and Sally-Anne stop talking to listen.

"Well, I don't know how to make this all cute and romantic like you girls want, so I'll just come right out and say it. I really like you," he began.

She smiled. "I really like you too," she said. She meant it.

"So, I was wondering…."

'Wow. He really is going to do it. The kid has more guts then I gave him credit for,'

"Will you…."

'Ok, maybe I don't want this…ok I really don't think I want this…what am I going to say??'

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he finished, breathing a deep sigh of relief.

'??'

She felt her brain cramp up. She was suddenly at a loss for words, staring at him with her mouth opening and closing like an idiot. He was looking nervous, probably regretting the whole thing.

Before she even knew it was coming, it had already left her mouth.

"Yes,"

A/N: I hope that Draco's point of view didn't throw anyone off in the beginning. I thought you might want to know his perspective on the whole thing for once. I will probably do that from time to time, too, but only for important stuff. Thanks again for waiting so long, you are truly loved!