Whats Eating You, Sly?

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: Nothing but "Sly" is mine

Summary: it ran away. If you find it, call me at 1-800-isuckatsummaries

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Pansy and Draco were sitting in the Great Hall the Monday following, eating their breakfast (which was rather disgusting, for some reason) and discussing the trip to Hogsmeade on the weekend. Draco had bought Pansy a Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, and Pansy was still teasing him ("I'm not one of your girly girls that you take out on dates, I'm your best friend!")

Just then, something caught both of their attention.

"You can't have them! I bought them with the gold that my Gram sent me for my birthday!"

"Don't care, Longass!" grunted Crabbe, and grabbed the packet of Fizzing Whizzbees from Neville's pale little hands. Neville looked like he was going to cry as Crabbe ripped them open and poured them into his mouth.

Draco turned to Pansy, his eyes completely solemn, "Do -you- find that immoral?"

Pansy blinked hastily. "No."

"Good. Neither do I."

Pansy breathed a sigh of relief. "Wow. You scared the shit out of me."

"I know."

"Hey, you think that's funny?" said a voice from behind them. Pansy whirled around in her seat to see none other than Harry Potter. (A/N: DUN DUN DUN! Sorry...the cheese, the cheese is attacking my story! Ok, I'm done. Swear.)

"I happen to think a lot of things are funny, Harry. Because in the whole package of having a -personality- comes the sense of humour." Draco raised his eyes to meet the black haired boy's, unafraid. Pansy could feel her breakfast churning in her stomach. Was something going to break out here? She couldn't tell whether she was nervous or excited, or both.

"Its not personality you have, Malfoy, but venom. Why don't you just sod off, and get your cronie to give Neville back his candy?"

"How about..." Draco trailed, looking around in mock thought, "...not?"

Harry glared at him, then left, shaking his head on his way to the Gryffindor table.

Pansy grinned, and he winked at her while poking at his eggs.

Something -else- caught her eye then, and she nudged Draco to look over at the Gryffindor table, where Neville was talking sadly to Hermione Granger, who had become suddenly beautiful over the summer. Pansy was sure that it wasn't natural. She grabbed him in a supportive hug, and all of the Gryffindor boys except Harry -who was now dealing with his own little fan club - looked enviously at the boy, who was now sniffing a little.

"Look at that!"hissed Pansy, "Can you believe it?"

"Disgusting." Draco agreed.

"How can -all- of the guys in Gryffindor like -"

"And how can -all- of the girls in Gryffindor like-"

"And they don't even like -each other-!" she exclaimed.

"Tragic." Draco said dryly, still watching the other side of the room.

Pansy had a thought.

"Draco...why are we talking about this?"

"We're not, we never have, and never will."

"Agreed."