Don't Go Breaking My Heart
Chapter Two: Love or Something Like It

"Crabbe! Watch it!" He told Crabbe as he almost spilled his pumpkin juice on his new robe.

"Sorry Draco." Crabbe said dumbly as he continued on eating his food with Goyle. Pansy looked at him disgustedly and twitched her nose.

"Crabbe, you're disgusting." She muttered under her breath. Crabbe looked at her puzzled, and then looked at Goyle, who in return, just shrugged his shoulders.

"Pansy, you were saying?" Draco interrupted, before anything could happen.

"Well, the young Weasley... or should I say Weaslette, invited me to her friend's birthday tonight and she kind of invited you as well."

He yawned, emphasizing his boredom. "And whose party are we going to crash?"

"Seriously Draco, you've got to socialize more around here." Blaise, told him as he took the seat beside him. "You're far behind."

"Well? Are you going to answer me or not?" He turned to look at Pansy who raised her brows at Blaise.

"Granger."

"What?"

"I said—"However, she was interrupted by a flutter of wings surrounding the Great Hall.

"Is that..."

"Yes, it's a howler."

"I bet Weasley's going to get it again this time." Jason Higgins, Slytherin Prefect, stated and almost all of them laughed. Well... almost.

"Look, Potter's getting it. Maybe he's going to get it."

All of them snickered.

"No wait, Granger's taking it." Said one sixth year student whom he didn't even recognize. "Awww... isn't that cute? Potter's handing it over to her."

"Maybe they finally decided to become a couple so that they could snog each other senseless."

The rest of the Slytherins laughed again.

Draco squinted his eyes over to the Gryffindor table to take a closer look at Potter and Granger. He scoffed. Just then, the Great Hall became quiet and Granger finally opened the howler she received. Happy Birthday to you...

The howler then burst into pieces and Granger and her friends began talking again.

"Can't afford expensive gifts Weasleys?" he growled as he leaned back on his chair and positioned himself comfortably. His fellow Slytherins sniggered.

He could see Weasley's face turning a dark shade of red and his fists were balled underneath the table. He wanted to laugh at that moment but decided against it since Granger was looking at him in a don't-you-dare-say-another-thing-or-I'll-kill-you kind of way. He quickly shut his mouth up. "Ron, he's not worth it." He heard Potter say and they continued eating their scrumptious meals once again.

"Draco!" Pansy exclaimed as she waved her hand in front of his face.

"What?" he asked, irritated.

"I asked if you were coming or not." She said again, folding her arms over her chest.

"Come on Hermione. Let's go." Potter said, motioning for Granger to follow him and he followed her as she walked with them. She looked at him and gave him a nod. He nodded back.

"Well Draco? I don't have all day. If you're not coming then..."

"I'll be there."

"What?"

"I said, I'll be there!"

"Are you sure?"

He gave Pansy a glare that made her shut up immediately. "I'm positive."

"Whose birthday is it again?"

"I told you Draco, Granger's! Are you deaf or something?" Blaise scolded him as they went towards there dormitory to change.

"I'm just making sure I heard it right."

"For Merlin's sake Draco! Go and ask her out already!"

He stopped dead in his tracks making Blaise tumble behind him. "What makes you think I want to ask her out?"

"The fidgeting and the stares at the Great Hall? Wow mate, I think you've been hit by it full time!"

"Hit by what?"

"By the love influenza or whatever they call it!"

"Don't be ridiculous Blaise. There's no such thing as love."

"There is if..."

"I don't want any commitments yet Blaise. End of conversation."

"What's that?" Blaise asked, pointing at the parcel he was bringing.

"It's called... a present Blaise." He replied sarcastically.

"I know it's a present but where did you get it?"

"I'm not Head Boy for nothing you know."

"Whatever."

"Draco, are you ready?" Pansy asked as she peeked through his door.

"Maybe."

Pansy threw him the pillow nearest to her. "Draco!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he looked at Blaise for defense but Blaise just shrugged and whispered in his ear, "Must be PMS or something."

Pansy knocked his head playfully, "I heard that Blaise!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Haha... and pigs fly! Good one Blaise."

He stood in front of Pansy and formed at cross at his heart. "Cross my heart."

Pansy stood there looking shocked, "My Blaise, you have a heart? Wow, that must be something huh?"

"Pansy, you are so mean."

She smirked, "I know."

"Ladies and gentlemen, presenting... Miss Hermione Granger. Head Girl extraordinaire. Let us all give her a round of applause." The young Weaslette announced and everyone began staring at the door. One, two, three...

"Draco! There you are!" Pansy announced as she plopped down on the seat beside him at the Gryffindor Common Room. "I've been looking all over for you."

He quirked his brows in annoyance.

"You see, I left my bag in our Common Room and well... I don't want to go there since its too dangerous for a lady to go there all by herself and..."

"Fine. I'll go get it. Just don't leave it again next time okay?" she nodded, "And don't give me that look! It's creeping me out!"

"Thank you so much! I swear I'll..."

"Pansy—"he cut her off, "Just remember that you owe me."

He began walking towards the portrait hole but turned around the last second and looked at Pansy. "Big time."

"Where's Granger?" he asked Blaise, the moment he stepped back inside the Gryffindor Common Room.

"I don't know—she was just there a second ago." He replied, getting him and Draco a glass of butterbeer while pointing over to the couch. "You should see her mate, she was so...damn gorgeous."

"How did these get inside here?" he changed the topic, looking over towards the butterbeer section. Good thing Blaise didn't notice.

"No idea mate, no idea."

He turned around to the other direction to look for her only to find Potter and Weasley glaring at him. "Malfoy." Potter nodded.

"Potter." He said as he passed by them. "Weasley."

And then the door burst open and then Finnigan and Brown scurried out of it.

Weasley stood up and went over towards them. "What the hell happened in there?"

"Uh..." Brown started, "Nothing."

"I would love to hear you out Brown, but I need to see Granger now so if you'd be so kind as to tell me where she is?"

Brown blushed even more. "She's in her dormitory."

"And that is..?"

"That way." She said, pointing towards the red and gold staircase that led towards the door that the Weaslette came out from earlier.

He walked up the stairs and opened her room. It was spacious... well, a lot like his, although it differed in colors. There were a lot of pink objects inside the room and the huge canopy bed was well organized, as well as the bookshelves and the oak drawers and everything there. But she wasn't there at all. Maybe she's in the other dormitories snogging someone or something. His jaw clenched and he tightened his grip on the parcel he was holding and stared at the mahogany door that he was so sure lead towards the bathroom. The lock clicked and out came Hermione. He exhaled the breath that he didn't even know he was holding and looked at her.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" she asked as she wiped the droplets of water on her face. See Draco? She wasn't snogging someone. She was washing her face! Don't be such a paranoid.

He smirked and handed her the parcel, "Happy Birthday, Granger."

She took it and smiled, "What's this?"

"It's a gift."

"No, I mean... what's this for?"

"It's your birthday isn't it?"

"Well...yeah, but you don't have to buy me a present."

He sighed and held her hand, "It's for you. Take it." He then let go of her hand as if it was poison and stammered, "Y-you want a drink?"

"I got dizzy out there... with all the people and the dancing and the noise..." she stopped and looked at him, "What?"

"Do you want a drink?"

"Sure." She smiled and was about to stand up.

"I'll get it."

She raised her brows, "Since when did you get your manners?"

"Since you taught it to me last year... when you almost cursed me into oblivion as you put it."

"Good thing I put you back in place." When he didn't take his eyes off her, she asked, "What? Is there something on my face?"

He shook his head, and smirked, "You just look funny."

She hit him with a pillow, "I do not look funny!"

"Well you do... when you do that expression."

"Haha!" she retorted ironically, "As if you do not look funny."

"I look funny?" He asked as he took several steps towards her. She took a step back.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"So you think I'm funny?"

"Of course."

"How positive are you?"

"Hundred percent positive."

And just then, he had her cornered against the wall.

"Tell me you were just joking."

"No. I thought you were going to get me a drink?"

"Nope. Unless you tell me that you were just messing around."

"Never."

"Then you're going to die!" he said as he attacked her with tickles and she began laughing as hard as she could.

"Draco! Stop it! It's not fair! You know I'm ticklish!"

When he didn't stop, she shrieked, "Well then, THIS IS WAR!" and hit his head with a pillow. BINGO!

Author's Notes: Well? What did you think? REVIEW. REVIEW. REVIEW please!!! I know Draco's been OOC lately...but that's part of MY story so deal with it.