What's Eating You, Sly?

Chapter Three

By: Emma

Disclaimer: Nothing but "Sly" is mine

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

Reviews: Reviews? Well...let me say this! It is positive re-enforcement, otherwise known as motivation, inspiration and all of those other big, beautiful words that make you want to barf all over yourself because you just want to get to the damn story.





Pansy and Draco hadn't spoken of the day at the lake since their conversation. Everything was back to normal... people asking whether they were dating or not and their subsequent laughter, teasing the first years, handing out detentions to any Gryffindor who dared to make eye contact...

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them." said Draco, and Pansy squinted thoughtfully while eating her eggs at breakfast.

As they walked to Charms, Draco startled Pansy by saying something - and extremely loud, at that.

"I'm *so* glad I'm not a mudblood."

Pansy smirked as she realized that the Gryffindor Trio were walking near, and faked a simper, "Oh, but Draco! They get to cry and whine and get sympathy all the time! Everybody loves them!"

"I sincerely hope you're joking." Draco said, his grey eyes watching the crowd's reaction.

Pansy rolled her eyes, "Of course I am! What do you *think* of me?"

Draco began to laugh, just as the one and only Harry Potter appeared from behind him and pointed his wand at Pansy.

"Shut it, Parkinson."

"Oh, what are you going to do, Potter?" she replied dryly, "You wouldn't want me to have to give you a detention just because I touched a mud*bloody* nerve-"

Before Pansy could finish, Harry shouted and she was dancing, dancing, dancing...she couldn't stop dancing!

Draco turned on Harry and whipped out his wand, but Pansy reached out and grabbed it while doing a little jig.

"Give it, Sly!" he said angrily, but she shook her head.

"No," she said breathlessly, "Potter, that's detention with Filch tonight at eight. Draco, just leave him, don't bother about him, just take the wand back and fix me!"

She handed Draco his wand back and he muttered "Finite Incantatem."

Pansy breathed a sigh of relief as her legs stopped moving, then collapsed underneath her from shock.

Then she glared at Potter, Granger and Weasley, "And Potter...make sure to tell Filch that it was for magic in the halls, he really adores that."

And with that, she pulled a furious looking Draco into their Charms classroom.

Pansy looked at him, and clapped her hands, "I know it! Its from Twelfth Night!"

"I can't believe that stupid, holier than thou-"

Pansy sighed, disappointed that he wasn't acting all cool and suave about how it had taken her so long to figure out his quote, but nevertheless did so with perfect acuteness, "Don't worry about it."

"But he-"

"Don't worry about it!"