A/N: Yes, it's finally a new update! Taken forever, I realize. What can I say? I have a life. . . sometimes. . . Though my most recent excuse is the flu (which SUCKS, and if you catch it this winter, I sincerely and genuinely apologize. I know your pain). Now, I've finally ventured away from the safe, goody goody Gryffindors (how's that for HP alliteration!) and onto the Slytherins. This is set during Hogwarts, probably 4th or 5th year. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own it, sadly. Even owning the Slytherins would be nice. . . They are in the HP fandom. . .

"Hey, Pans, can you hand me that book?"

"Sure, Drakey darling," Pansy said, handing him the book in question. The two Slytherins were currently in the library, studying for upcoming exams.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Why do you insist on calling me that?"

"What, 'Drakey'?" Pansy asked, blinking a few times. What could he mean?

"Yes, that!"

"Well, because it's cute. And what else am I supposed to call you?" She was still confused.

"Pans, that's not cute, I hate to break it to you. And, oh, I dunno, why don't you refer to me with my actual name? You know, that nomenclature my parents gave me when I was born?"

Pansy huffed, mildly stung. "I know the definition of the word 'name,' Draco. Since you demand I call you that."

"Thank you, Pans. That's much better." Draco grinned at her briefly before returning to his studies. Pansy grudgingly did the same a few moments later.

After another time lapse, Pansy looked up, and inhaled sharply. "Wait a minute!"

Draco glanced at her. "What?"

"You're a filthy hypocrite, Draco!"

"No I'm not! Where do you get the idea to accuse me of that?" He exclaimed, once again abandoning his studies for the conversation.

"Because you got all hot and bothered when I called you 'Drakey'—something I've been doing periodically since we were kids, mind you—and you turn around and call me 'Pans,' which is under the same category!" Pansy had to work not to stab at Draco with the feathered tip of her quill, something she was accustomed to do when angered.

"And what 'category' would that be?" Draco asked, his signature sarcastic drawl and sneer in place.

"Oh, you know . . . ," Pansy floundered for a bit, before regaining her composure. "Nicknames, pet names! A general variation on one's name, that others think is either easier to say, or is cuter! That category."

Draco puffed air out of the corner of his mouth, causing his fringe to fly up slightly. "Pansy, just because I sometimes shorten your name, does not make it a nickname or 'pet name'. It's just . . . shortened. That's all there is to it. I think you're reading into this too far."

"But Drakey!—okay, fine, Draco it is the same thing. Practically."

"The required use of 'practically' begs differently."

It was Pansy's turn to roll her eyes. "Whatever. I give up. I'm going to the common room to study; if I don't do incredibly well on these exams, my mother and father aren't going to take me to France for the holidays like they promised."

Draco went back to his books. "Have fun trying to accomplish anything with Crabbe and Goyle asking you for help every five seconds," he called out as a parting word.

Pansy just glared at him and stalked off with her stuff.

A/N: Oh, Draco. He is nothing but a filthy hypocrite, isn't he? An adorable, Slytherin hypocrite, but a hypocrite none the less. And Pansy is horribly confused, poor dear. I rather like playing with the Slytherins. It's much different from writing from a Gryffindor point of view. Reviews make me happy! :]

-Zenelia*Sky