Chapter 4

Pansy the doomsday girlfriend

He awoke the next morning. The light streamed in between the curtains. Saturday! The day he'd been anticipating. Today would b the day he'd meet her, that secret admirer of his. He was nervous yet kind of exited. He walked to the bathroom, had a shower, got dressed and was about to walk out the door when he heard...

"DRAKY-POO!"

"Oh no" he groaned. It was Pansy Parkinson. The dreaded Pansy Parkinson.

"Draco I've been looking everywhere for you," she said in her high-pitched voice. "Want to walk down to breakfast with me?" she tried to make a puppy dog face which only made her look more like a pit bull.

"Well Pansy" he started to say. "Why don't you go soak your head in turpentine and light a match?"

"He, he, he! Your so cute when you talk like that" she giggled. He shook his head.

"Pansy fuck off!" he said sternly and walked out the passage way and to the all leaving a stunned Pansy behind.

He sat at the table actually eating but still quite nervous. The thought of whom his secret admirer was almost made him queasy as he realized who it could be. It could be Hermione, but it could also be that Weasly girl... or even Pansy. It made him sick to his stomach to imagine. The horror of it all! He sat back and imagined what would happen. If it where pansy... she'd make him do stupid girly gross things. Like shopping with her and... he shivered. So horrible!

He got up, grabbed his book bag and left the hall.

Care of magical creatures class was horrible. He had to sit there and feed these atrocious looking little black shiny balls of

Armor. They had a mouth on one side of it but as far as any of the students could tell hey had no eyes. He watched Hermione out of the corner out of his eye. She was laughing and playing with her nooble. He had been completely lost in thought when a sharp pain in his hand brought him back.

"Ouch! Fuck!"

Pansy shrieked and ran over to him dropping her nooble.

"Is my Dracy-poo ok?" she wailed trying to hug me. He pushed her him.

"Will you shut up?" he shouted. The whole class was looking at him now. "You are the most annoying person I've ever met. And you can't keep your filthy hands off me. Its disgusting."

The bell rang and he walked away. Crabbe and Goyle rumbling along after him.

He sat alone on his bed. Looking over the note. He had read it at least 20 times by now. But it wasn't helping he just couldn't figure out who it was. A scraping noise sounded behind him. He looked to see an owl out side his window. he opened it and the owl dropped a package on the bed and flew back out the window.