A/N: I am sooo sorry about the wait. I haven't exactly had enough free time
to actually write chapter three. First I just like to say thank you to all
my first reviewers. Thank you also for the suggestions. I'll keep those in
mind. About the spelling and grammar, I'll go back to fix those later on.
Now on to chapter 3.
Disclaimer: I OWN EVERYTHING!!!! (Especially Draco and Oliver...) MWAHHHAHAHA!!!! ::Gets slapped on the head:: OW! Alright, Alright, I don't own anything that belongs to J.K. Rowling...::grumbles::
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Chapter 3
Draco looked after the retreating form of Hermione Granger stunned. He never expected her to retaliate.
"Did I just get told by that mudblood?" he asked himself, "The summer not only changed her looks, but it also changed her personality. But she does look really good..." Draco said drifting off.
"Draky!" the high pitch voice of Pansy Parkinson yelled.
Draco shook himself out of his state and then turned him eyes toward her. Pansy was wearing a hot pink outfit that was 2 sizes too small. Draco shuddered as she came nearer.
Before Draco knew it, Pansy had flung herself at him.
"Oh Draky, I miss you soo much!" Pansy screeched.
"Get off me Parkinson," Draco ordered.
"But Draky..." Pansy protested with her arms still around him.
"Don't call me Draky, Parkinson, I told you how much I hated to be called that. And this is going to be the last warning I give you. Now get your slimy arms off of me!" Draco yelled.
Draco saw that her lips started to tremble and her eyes glisten.
"Aw, crap, here we go with the water works," Draco thought to himself.
And sure enough, her tears started to flow down her cheeks.
"Why do you have to be so cruel Draco? I thought you liked me," Pansy wailed.
Draco snorted, "I never liked you Parkinson."
"But you went to the Yule Ball with me. If you didn't like me why did you go with me?" Pansy asked with her arms still around him.
Draco removed her arms forcefully before answering.
"I only went with you because my father told me to. If I had a choice, I would never have gone with you," Draco sneered.
Pansy tried to put her arms around him again, but after years of being a seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, Draco had learned to react quickly.
"I told you to not touch me Parkinson, now get out of my sight!" Draco ordered.
Pansy looked at him with hurt in her eyes before running off crying.
Draco sighed, "That girl just doesn't get the hint that I don't want her."
Draco knew that making her cry was wrong, but it was the only way that he could make her leave and guarantee him the silence that he so craved.
Draco sat down on the sofa enjoying the silence he knew would not last long.
Soon enough, Crabbe and Goyle stumbled in looking anxious, but then relaxed when they saw Draco.
Draco groaned inwardly.
"What are you two idiots doing?" Draco asked.
"We couldn't find you, and we began to get worried..." Crabbe answered trailing off.
Draco sighed loudly. Those two goons couldn't do anything with him.
"Sit down," Draco commanded.
The two looked relieve to be finally ordered around by Draco, and immediately sat down.
When Draco realized that the two were having a conversation consisting of only grunts, he let his mind drift off to a certain Gryffindor Prefect that struck his interest since their last encounter
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A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. I just like to add that for the people that don't like short chapters, I'm sorry. I won't be able to write long chapters at this time without giving away the plot. Although I try to make a minimum of at least 500 words each chapter. Alright, that's enough of my rambling. REMEMBER TO REVIEW if you want me to continue this story.
Disclaimer: I OWN EVERYTHING!!!! (Especially Draco and Oliver...) MWAHHHAHAHA!!!! ::Gets slapped on the head:: OW! Alright, Alright, I don't own anything that belongs to J.K. Rowling...::grumbles::
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Chapter 3
Draco looked after the retreating form of Hermione Granger stunned. He never expected her to retaliate.
"Did I just get told by that mudblood?" he asked himself, "The summer not only changed her looks, but it also changed her personality. But she does look really good..." Draco said drifting off.
"Draky!" the high pitch voice of Pansy Parkinson yelled.
Draco shook himself out of his state and then turned him eyes toward her. Pansy was wearing a hot pink outfit that was 2 sizes too small. Draco shuddered as she came nearer.
Before Draco knew it, Pansy had flung herself at him.
"Oh Draky, I miss you soo much!" Pansy screeched.
"Get off me Parkinson," Draco ordered.
"But Draky..." Pansy protested with her arms still around him.
"Don't call me Draky, Parkinson, I told you how much I hated to be called that. And this is going to be the last warning I give you. Now get your slimy arms off of me!" Draco yelled.
Draco saw that her lips started to tremble and her eyes glisten.
"Aw, crap, here we go with the water works," Draco thought to himself.
And sure enough, her tears started to flow down her cheeks.
"Why do you have to be so cruel Draco? I thought you liked me," Pansy wailed.
Draco snorted, "I never liked you Parkinson."
"But you went to the Yule Ball with me. If you didn't like me why did you go with me?" Pansy asked with her arms still around him.
Draco removed her arms forcefully before answering.
"I only went with you because my father told me to. If I had a choice, I would never have gone with you," Draco sneered.
Pansy tried to put her arms around him again, but after years of being a seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team, Draco had learned to react quickly.
"I told you to not touch me Parkinson, now get out of my sight!" Draco ordered.
Pansy looked at him with hurt in her eyes before running off crying.
Draco sighed, "That girl just doesn't get the hint that I don't want her."
Draco knew that making her cry was wrong, but it was the only way that he could make her leave and guarantee him the silence that he so craved.
Draco sat down on the sofa enjoying the silence he knew would not last long.
Soon enough, Crabbe and Goyle stumbled in looking anxious, but then relaxed when they saw Draco.
Draco groaned inwardly.
"What are you two idiots doing?" Draco asked.
"We couldn't find you, and we began to get worried..." Crabbe answered trailing off.
Draco sighed loudly. Those two goons couldn't do anything with him.
"Sit down," Draco commanded.
The two looked relieve to be finally ordered around by Draco, and immediately sat down.
When Draco realized that the two were having a conversation consisting of only grunts, he let his mind drift off to a certain Gryffindor Prefect that struck his interest since their last encounter
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A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. I just like to add that for the people that don't like short chapters, I'm sorry. I won't be able to write long chapters at this time without giving away the plot. Although I try to make a minimum of at least 500 words each chapter. Alright, that's enough of my rambling. REMEMBER TO REVIEW if you want me to continue this story.