Chapter 8- Pansy Parkinson

A/N: Pretty exciting chapter here. Pansy Parkinson arrives once again. Remember somewhere in chapter 4 Draco kissed her? Well, she's not as smart as Hermione, so she thinks Draco really likes her instead of Ginny. So, she is encouraged by that and will do anything to get Draco. Also, thanx for all the reviews, only two people guessed, but if you wanna guess my age, I'm not stopping ya! I'll tell you guys when someone guesses it right (and don't put 'around 1-100'.)

"Dude, are you okay?"

Draco looked wearily at Goyle, whose brow was furrowed in puzzlement. He leaned back into his bed, and thought of the conversation he had with Ginny earlier. Ginny had told him that Mrs. Weasley was really mad (he already knew that from the Howler she sent her this morning) and maybe they lay off for a while. He sighed as he remembered how Ginny described 'lay off' to him.

"You know, just…don't let people see us together," she'd said.

"In other words, pretend nothing ever happened and go on with our own lives."

Ginny looked nervous. "Kinda…"

Draco sighed. He did really like Ginny, only that sometimes he thought that she didn't think he did, he wasn't good at showing his feelings (except when he disliked something) and it was hard.

"It's nothing," he said to Goyle. Crabbe looked at him. The two were sitting around his room (yes, his room. His dad is so unbelievably rich, Draco can have his own room), supposingly 'hanging out', but Draco was too absorbed in Ginny and who knows what was on Crabbe and Goyle's minds.

There was a hint of smile on Crabbe's face. "Are you troubled about a…girl?"

Draco turned sharply. "What?"

"Ginny Weasley?"

Draco was about to demand how he knew when both Crabbe and Goyle started laughing. Obviously, they were joking, which meant it was funny to like Ginny.

"That's not funny," he snapped. They shut up. He continued. "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. People who get one O.W.L. don't understand anything."

If he had turned to look at them, Draco would have seen the look exchanged between the two.

"But we're your friends," said Crabbe gruffly. "You should help us."

Draco snorted, not quite forgiving them for making fun of Ginny. "There is no hope for two dunderbrains like you. Soon you'll get expelled. I only made friends with you guys because you're dumb enough to do whatever I say. I can get better friends."

Goyle started to stand up. Crabbe followed with a nod. "Shut up," he said.

"Make me," Draco retorted.

Crabbe glared into his face. "Alright, we'll make you,"

Next thing he knew, he was flying out the door, and landed in a heap of snow.

***

Pansy Parkinson was putting on her hoop earrings lovingly and humming a song she made up when she saw a blur fly into the ground.

First she checked her hair. After making sure she looked hot, she glanced out the window. Squinting her eyes, she made out the figure of Malfoy, his blonde hair all messed up.

"Omigosh!" she cried. She'd never, ever seen Draco all dirty and yucky. She flew down the stairs hoping that no one had seen him before her. She didn't want him to ruin his reputation. Or else what good would it be if she dated him?

***

Pansy wasn't the first one to see him. Ginny was sitting under a tree, unaware of the cold and reading a book when she heard the thump. She stood up and went around to look.

"Draco!" she started to run towards him, but noticed another figure flying down the steps towards him. At a closer glance she saw it was Pansy. Ginny shrank into the shadows as she watched Pansy approach him.

"Draco, are you okay?" She heard Pansy say.

Draco sat up, and Pansy threw her arms around him. She began to talk to him rapidly, probably telling him how she battled off trolls to save him, Ginny thought grimly. Ginny saw Draco's mouth move, but couldn't make out what he was saying.

As she watched, the two of them got up. Pansy said something to which Draco agreed, nodding his head. They started to walk away. Ginny bit her lip nervously, wondering where they were going. But what really bothered her was when Pansy slipped her hand into his.

Ginny ran back to the castle.

***

Draco didn't pull away as Pansy's hand touched his; he was too tired. He didn't even know where they were going, just remembered that Pansy said she would take him somewhere to cheer him up and he agreed.

"We're here," Pansy announced.

Draco looked up. They were at Hogsmeade. Not letting go of his hand, Pansy led him through the moss of people, weaving and twirling about until they arrived in front of Zonko's.

"Zonko's?" Draco started to say, but she pulled him in.

Draco immediately knew that they weren't here for joy buzzers and fake wands when Pansy headed for the men's bathroom.

"Pansy!" Draco hissed, but she paid no heed, and after listening carefully, pulled him inside.

They faced a painting of a girl dancing. "Oh, it's you again," she said, waltzing around, looking at Pansy with dislike.

Pansy smirked. "Yeah, yeah. Butterwarts, now let us through."

The girl sighed, and the whole portrait swung open.

"C'mon," said Pansy, and they went in.

"A bar?" said Draco as he took a good look around.

"Yup," Pansy replied happily, and settled at a booth. She whispered something to the barkeeper, and motioned for Draco to come sit down as the barkeeper left.

"Like it?" she asked, placing her hand over his.

"I guess," The barkeeper arrived with their drinks, and Draco took a sip.

Pansy sort of leaned against him. "We should come more often,"

"Mmm," said Draco uncomfortably. His mind wandered to Ginny. What would she say if she saw him? Probably yell at him, he mused. He wasn't sure why he was here. He just knew he was too tired to leave. Maybe after a few more of these, he thought as gulped down the rest of his drink. It wasn't easy being thrown 25 ft. into the air and landing in cold snow. "Another one of these," he called to the barkeeper.

Pansy traced her finger down his shirt and smiled silkily. "Drink as much as you like, I'm paying for it."

"Whatever," Draco started to get dizzy. He shook his head and his vision cleared. That didn't stop him from gulping down a couple more drinks as Pansy watched him like a hawk.

"Are feeling alright?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Draco, clanging his glass. "Another!" he called.

She touched his collar carefully. "Do you have a girlfriend, Draco?"

Draco gave a small smile. He knew she liked him, he knew it for six years. He knew what she was trying to do, get him drunk, and then make him say and do things he didn't mean. Like kiss her, probably. Well, she can't get him that easy. Draco allowed her to put her arms around him. "No,"

"Do you want one?" Pansy was inches from him, leaning in for the attack.

Draco didn't reply, as her mouth was already on his. She kissed with passion, not letting go, only gripping harder. Draco's hands slid to her waist. Pansy tilted her head back, and Draco's mouth fell on her neck. She gave a small moan as he started kissing her neck. This wasn't anything like kissing Ginny, Draco thought. Ginny was cautious, and fragile, while Pansy was hard as stone and demanded her ways. Pansy tilted her head back, her hair pooling over him, and Draco could hear her heavy breathing. His hands flew to her buttons.

"Hey, get a room!" someone shouted.

Pansy pulled away abruptly. "Fine!" she yelled back, and walked over to a door, yanked it open, and pulled him in.

"Draco…" she whispered. "Draco…" He couldn't see her, and he realized it was a broom closet they were in. In the darkness he felt her hands on his, then felt her back against his chest and the smell of her hair in his face.

She leaned her head back, and led his hands to the row of buttons, half of them unbuttoned. His fingers fumbled with them, and felt the edge of her bra. This wasn't right, he suddenly thought. Pansy's leg rubbed against his, and he felt a stab of uncertainties. He remembered how he thought earlier that she couldn't get to him, but she was, and she is. There was something about Pansy he couldn't let go of, though. The way she dressed, her slyness, the passion she but into her kisses. But there was something about Ginny he could never let go of, he can't really put it into words…

Draco suddenly realized that Pansy's skirt was almost halfway off, his fingers were lingering around the top of her undies, hot pink, probably, and his shirt was halfway off. He pulled away with a jolt.

"What's wrong?" came Pansy's voice.

Draco hurried to right his shirt. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and he saw Pansy's face looking at him worriedly. He took a good look at her. Her lipstick was smeared; her hair was all messy. The top of her hot pink (he was right) underpants were peaking out, and he could see all of her bra now, and who knows where her top was. Even he hadn't gotten that far with Ginny. Draco breathed heavily.

"I gotta go,"

"The bathroom?"

"No," said Draco, glancing away. "I'm leaving."

Pansy looked shocked, as she pulled up her skirt. "Why?"

For once, he didn't know what to say. "I'm just leaving." Before she could change his mind, he exited to closet and left. Walking out of Zonko's, he hurriedly headed back for the castle.

Draco bumped into Ginny coming out of the library reading a book when he got back.

"Draco?" Ginny looked at him. "What happened? I didn't see you all afternoon."

He ran a hand through his hair nervously. "I wasn't feeling well."

Ginny's eyes narrowed. "Don't lie to me Draco."

"Really,"

"I saw you and Pansy," Ginny's next words were like knives. Draco's heart beat faster. "I want the truth."

Draco was trapped. "Crabbe and Goyle got mad at me, threw me in the snow, and she came along." It was easier now that he started. "She told she'd cheer me up, but I didn't know where she was taking me. We ended up in a bar-" here Ginny frowned. "-but I left a little after."

"She tried something, didn't she?" Ginny was good at this.

Draco hesitated before answering with a sigh. "Yeah, she did. We started kissing."

Ginny's expression was indescribable.

"Ginny-"

"No, shut up." She was angry. "I thought you loved me…"

"I do, I'm sorry, I made a mistake!" Draco said, touching her shoulder.

Ginny jerked away. "Stop it."

"Ginny- you know what I was thinking when I was kissing her?"

Her eyes were cold, a thousand times colder than the snow he landed in. "What?"

"You. I was thinking about you. I was thinking that Pansy was great, but you were better." Draco touched her shoulder again. She didn't move.

"Then why didn't you leave?"

"I did, after." Draco was desperate.

Ginny wasn't convinced yet. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

Draco shrugged. "You don't, I guess."

Her voice started trembling. "I love you, Draco, you know that? I love you a lot. And I'm disobeying everyone, Ron, Harry…because of you. Now I-I know you love me, but it's so hard to be sure. I don't want to get hurt, Draco. I don't want to prove Ron and everyone else right. I don't want to get hurt."

Draco put his arms around her, and she didn't pull back. "You won't, Ginny, I promise."

"Draco…"

"You won't, I swear, Ginny. I swear on everything I own and have."

And then it was silent, except of Ginny's faint sobbing, crying because she wasn't sure he would keep his promise.

A/N: So, Pansy gets more involved with Draco, pay attention, I didn't just stick this chapter in for the fun of it. Next chapter is called Parents Included, where Ginny's parents know about this, when Hermione catches the two kissing. Quite exciting, and review!