Disclaimer: yea…I wish I owned the hp characters….but I don't….damn.        

A Hole in My Pocket

            "Don't you want me Draco? Don't you care for me at all?" Pansy whispered seductively in his ear. Draco gasped a little as she started nibbling on his lobe. "You see…if you catch Potter…we…we will be unstoppable!"

            "Mmmm….but how do we catch him?"

            "You must seduce him Draco…of course if you don't…this…" She said as she traced her finger down his jaw line and pressed her finger to his lips, "this…will all have to stop."

            "I'd do anything for you Pansy Parkinson." He answered not even thinking about what she had asked him to do. He loved her….

Two weeks later…

             "Oh look here, its Potter and his filthy mudblood girlfriend!" Draco said as he entered the potions classroom. Harry just glared at the blonde Slytherin and looked back down at his textbook.

             "Harry, don't worry about him." Hermione comforted. Oh shut up Hermione, I know how to handle myself. Harry thought and added his lacewing flies into the cauldron.

            "Mr. Potter…why is your potion…magenta?" Snape looked happy to see him fail.

            "Erm…"

             "Nice answer Potter. Twenty points from Gryffindor." Pansy Parkinson giggled. Draco glared at the girl, and then looked at Harry. He wasn't smirking, and he didn't have an evil glint in his eye. Odd…you would think Draco would be laughing his ass off by now.Class had ended and Harry walked slowly up to the library with Hermione.

            "Honestly…you would think that Snape would have known that the potion could be either color…even though it should have been blue…" She said and went to find the text she needed. Harry plopped himself down on a very uncomfortable chair and took out a piece of parchment and a quill. Damn Professor Binns…stupid History of Magic essay. Who the fuck needs to know about witches from 16th century Spain?

            Hermione sat down at the table with a massive book that she slammed down next to her.

            "What's that for?!" Ron Weasley asked as he slid into a seat across from her.

            "History of Magic, of course!" She replied and pulled out a quill from her bag. Harry and Ron just looked at each other and shook their heads at Hermione.

            "So what exactly am I trying to do again?" He asked her. The raven haired girl stared at him through icy blue eyes and didn't even flinch when she replied, "You, my dear Draco, are in debt to me because of that most unfortunate incident with Millicent Bulstrode. Therefore, there is something that I want in return…" Draco opened his mouth to protest but Pansy held a finger up to her lips. "Do you see Potter, Granger and Weasley over there?" She pointed at the table where the inseparable three sat. He nodded and stared at Pansy.

            "You will sit yourself down across from Mr. Potter and next to Mr. Weasley."

            "I'm going to do what?!?!" He exclaimed, jaw dropping.

            "You know what you are going to do. Weasley will be so disgusted with the fact that you are sitting next to him, then Granger will leave if you insult her enough, and that will leave you all alone with Harry."

            "But Harry'll try defending Hermione."

            "No, he's not on good terms with the frizzy haired…thing that she is. Now run along…" She ordered him like she was his mother.

Alrighty then that's the story, and if you didn't like it, just let me know and I'll take it off the site. It is my first fiction so…just to let you know…that's it….

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