Title: Everything you've ever dreamed of.

Disclaimer: I own nada, leave me alone you money grabbing demons!

Rating: PG-13             

Warnings: Slash (implied, and in later chappies.)

Pairings: H/D, and others later.

2. Plans revealed.

"Okay, people, that was a wonderful performance you put on yesterday, as was clear by the little drama the Gryffindor trio put on for us this morning." Draco Malfoy smirked, looking around at his fellow slytherins; Blaise Zambini, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode and, of course, Crabbe and Goyle, his ever present lapdogs.

Pansy beamed at him and started towards him batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.

"Oh, yes Draco, WE were great together. I'd say we looked really enthralled with each other. Pity we had to look like Granger and that weasel girl at the time. Maybe we should try it again without the Polyjuice potion…" she suggested, giggling.

Draco tried REALLY hard to prevent himself from gagging in disgust.

"Heh, heh, sure Pansy, WE looked very realistic." He stated, avoiding her last suggestion.

She giggled again. "So, Draco, what's next?" she asked, staring into his silver-grey eyes.

"Uh, well, we have to wreck Potter and Grangers friendship, obviously." He turned around the group while he said this, eventually returning his gaze to Pansy, who was STILL staring.

"Merlin, Pansy, stop staring at me!" he shouted, making her jump.

"Sorry, Draco." She muttered, sounding like a little girl in trouble.

"Now, everyone think." Draco commanded, moving to the front of the common room, "What would shake up Granger and the Weasel beyond repair?" he looked around.

Everyone was silent for a few moments, before Blaises eyes sparkled with mischief.

"What is it, Zambini?" Draco asked, noticing the excitement on her face.

"Okay, don't kill me but, Harry snogging the face off…you." She said, grinning slyly.

Malfoy nearly choked.

"WHAT!?" he practically screamed, eyes wide.

"Come on! Think about it. It's perfect." She stated, logically.

"Yeah…but why me?!" he shouted back, eyes now pleading.

"Look its not that bad, it's not like you have to really kiss Potter, just Pansy, looking like Potter…"

"Zambini, that has got to be the most disgusting thing imaginable…"

"Maybe so, but it'd be an improvement you must admit, she's not exactly winning beauty awards as it is…and anyway, it'll make your plan work, and that's the whole point of this. You said you'd do anything."

"Damn. Im going to regret that statement forever." Draco sighed, getting up and heading towards his room.

"Okay, lets get it over with." He grumbled.

Blaise followed him into the bedroom.

"Are you really going to get Pansy to be Harry?" she asked sceptically, "or is it like last time? Want me to get Wilkens?"

"no." said Draco, shaking his head, making his loose strands sway.

"I got away with pretending I changed into Ginny Weasel last time, but if Pansy finds out she was snogging Wilkens instead of me, she's going to get really mad."

"What are you going to do?" Blaise asked, walking up behind him as he held up a blue jumper, looking at his reflection.

"Ah, not what I'm going to do Zambini, what you're going to do." He smirked, winking at her through the mirror.

"No way am I snogging Pansy." She huffed, crossing her arms.

"No, I'd never expect you to do THAT. Snog me." Draco explained.

"WHAT! Ugh! But, Dray, you're my best friend! I don't want to kiss you!" she whined, pouting.

"I know how you feel Blaise, but unlike Pansy, you know I don't fancy you, so it will be merely an arrangement. Plus, you're my best friend; you can't subject me to the torturous act of kissing Parkinson!" Draco whined back, just as well.

"Humf.Fine.But you so owe me," she stated, glaring.

Draco smiled. "You're the best, 'bini."

"I know." She replied, non-chalantly.

"Now, let's go act."

The two got up and left the room.

A/N: Im so sorry for the delay and this short chappie! The next one will be longer and up ASAP! Pleez R+R!!!!