Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Theo and Blaise all made their way out and down to Hogsmeade; everyone who was in their way moved so as to avoid trouble. Pansy didn't watch where she was going – assuming everyone would move – and bumped into someone. They held out their arms to catch her.

"POTTER!" Draco screamed and everyone looked round. Pansy seemed very shocked to have fallen into Harry's arms and Harry was looking like he wished he wasn't there. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY GIRLFRIEND?"

"She fell, Malfoy, I was just catching her so she didn't hurt herself. It's not my fault you weren't looking out for your own girlfriend."

Pansy got out of Harry's arms and made her way to stand next to Draco, out of loyalty and unity.

"C'mon Harry, let's go..." reasoned Hermione, who had been standing in the background with Ron.

"Who are you to tell him what to do, mudblood?" Pansy stepped forward.

"Don't talk to her like that, Parkinson," grumbled Ron.

"How dare you address my girlfriend, Weasel?" snarled Draco.

"Oh my god," muttered Blaise.

"What?" everyone said in unison at him.

"Well, you're all arguing about different things. Just get over it and let's go, I don't want to waste any more time in the presence of wizarding scum," Blaise smirked.

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"Well this is it," said Draco as they all walked into the Shrieking Shack. "I reckon we have some fun, you know, for Pansy's birthday."

"What do you have in mind, Draco?" Pansy asked politely.

"Father set up a portkey -" at this, Pansy and Blaise exchanged worried looks, "- to take us to Malfoy Manor. We all know the fun times we've had there in the past, so why not relive it?"

Theo, Crabbe and Goyle nodded while Pansy and Blaise didn't know what to do.

"Pansy, Blaise? You in?" asked Draco, shocked they hadn't agreed already.

"Well, it's just, I have lots of schoolw-"

"Pansy, it's your birthday. You will celebrate and have a good time with me so grab onto this piece of parchment and let's go." Reluctantly, Blaise and Pansy joined the others and they all found themselves landing in Draco's bedroom.

His room, Pansy and Blaise noticed, was the same as it always had been. Decorated in Silver and Green with posters of his favourite Quidditch players on the walls and little knick-knacks on shelves.

They walked out of and the door and down the stairs into the huge ballroom, it was decorated in Slytherin colours with a party-style theme and music playing.

"So, you managed to get her here, Draco? You'll make a good servant of our Dark Lord," snickered a cruel voice. Pansy and Blaise whipped around in fear, searching for the owner.

"Bellatrix?"

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Authors Note

Okay, i'm not really one for doing this but I feel a but underappreciated xD

I'd really like it if you could please review my story so I know how i'm doing, that you actually like it etc.

Thanks :)