Millia quickly got dressed into her usual black singlet top and tight blue jeans, and ran downstairs to wait for Draco. She sat on the couch and put her feet up. She could hear someone coming down the stairs and turned around to see Pansy. A look of disgust spread across Millia's face when she saw what Pansy was wearing, or rather, not wearing. Pansy had on a short, tight singlet top that showed her bust and a tiny, black leather skirt with chains hanging from it.

"You're looking nice today, I see," Millia said, sarcastically.

Pansy looked down at what she was wearing and smirked. "At least I've got something to show."

"What… you're fat arse?" Millia smartly said. Pansy frowned at her. She knew she couldn't say anything back because Millia was a bit slimmer than she was and she didn't want to give her the satisfaction of admitting it.

"What are you doing down here?" Pansy asked angrily. "Shouldn't you be having breakfast?" Millia ignored her; she didn't want to say why she wasn't at breakfast, incase Pansy commented on it.

"The foods calling you... go on,"Millia said. Pansy frowned at her evilly, as if ten guys were swarming around her 24/7. She was about to walk towards her when Draco came down the stairs. When he got to the bottom he looked up, and saw Pansy and Millia grinning at him. He saw what Pansy was dressed in and was lost for words. Pansy beamed. Millia frowned.

"Yea, so…?" Pansy asked, referring to the letter and arranging to meet Draco. He quickly looked up to face her. He didn't know if he should or not. He didn't want to, but if he didn't she would say something to his father and he would not approve at all. Draco slowly nodded. Pansy grinned, feeling rather proud of herself and looked at Millia to see what her reaction was. Millia looked confused and angry.

"What's going on?"

Draco looked guilty and Pansy seemed quite happy. He didn't want to say anything to Millia or she would get extremely angry and worried. He didn't want her to think he and Pansy were up to something. So, he kept silent and looked up at the ceiling.

Pansy slowly walked over to Draco and whispered, "Don't be late," whilst brushing her body past him. She headed towards the common room entrance. Draco looked at her as she bent to climb out the common room door.

When she was gone Millia tried to get his attention back.

"What's going on?" She asked for the second time, even more angry than she had been before.

"N-nothing," he said, sounding guilty. Millia looked at him unsure. Draco looked at her as if she had been reading his mind.

"Nothing. Nothing is going on. Nothing for you to be worried about. I'm not hiding anything from you. Why would I be hiding anything from you?" He said a little too quickly, still sounding a tad guilty.

Millia looked at him curiously.

"No, I mean… did you even notice me standing here?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips. Draco looked relieved. He had realised what she was going on about.

"Of course I did," he said.

"There's nothing's happening between you and Pansy is there?" she eyed him curiously.

"No. Nothing's going on. I don't even like Pansy." He replied.

"Are you sure?" She questioned, still worried.

"Yes. I would never go out with Pansy." He said, comfortingly.

"Good… and her dress sense!" She snorted.

Draco grinned and put his hands in his pockets. He was still worried about what might happen on Friday night when he met up with Pansy. He didn't know if it was she that put the curse on the stick, but if so, she might try to hurt him again. Then he remembered; his father was coming to visit soon. He could hardly tell him a stick had beaten him up.

Millia interrupted his thoughts.

"Pansy wont bother us, don't worry," she said soothingly. Draco looked up. He thought she had been reading his mind again.

"Yea," he whispered.

Just then Millia moved her arms around Draco and smiled at him. Draco felt guilty. He didn't want Millia to get angry or worried, as he knew she probably would if he told her about Pansy, and how they are meeting on Friday to discuss.

Draco looked up at Millia's warm blue eyes and forced a smile. She's great, he thought. But nothing Millia could say would take away his worries. Little did he know he would soon have more…

Millia moved closer to him and whispered in his ear.

"You look great in boxers."

Draco smiled and blushed slightly, then started kissing her, forgetting all about his troubles and worries. Millia too, soon started forgetting her curiosity and confusion.

"It'll be fine." She spoke afterwards.

"Yea… maybe," he said, reassuring her.

"We all know what Pansy's capable of," she said, without thinking, without knowing. Draco looked at her and listened to what she said and felt much better.

"Yea… we do."

They headed to get some breakfast, carefree, not knowing what was ahead of them…