Always thought you liked Pansy.

I don't own these people- I wish I did.

Draco Malfoy had just experienced a day which at best could be described as shocking, and he had very little patience to listen to the inanely boring whining of Crabbe and Goyle. Fuming, he rose angrily from the dining table and sauntered towards the library- a room he detested but at least knew some solace could be found in. "Oh, Draco- where are you going?" he heard Pansy call behind him "Do you want some company?" Draco, who felt it wouldn't be prudent to answer truthfully, left the hall pretending that he hadn't heard her.

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The library was almost empty- Draco had spotted Hermione and Harry running fearfully from the room as he'd entered and suspected they'd been thrown out. As he absentmindedly flicked through a book on ridiculously complex hexes Draco tried desperately to ignore the image of Harry Potter running, flustered, past him- which for reasons he couldn't explain had remained on his mind. "Bloody Potter" muttered Draco, as he found himself re-reading the same sentence for the eighth time. From across the room Ernie Macmillan looked at him scathingly. "And here I was thinking it was Pansy you liked" he taunted pompously. Draco pulled his wand from his pocket and muttered the words that filled the page he'd been skimming, then hurried from the room before Madame Pince realized he'd removed Ernie's teeth.

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After frightening kissing third years by threatening to report them to Snape, Draco was able to sit in silence atop the astronomy tower. He knew neither Crabbe nor Goyle would worry- it wasn't uncommon for Draco to sneak away at night- though actually this was to obtain food from the kitchens rather than to embark on the romantic outings with Pansy he reported to his friends. In truth Draco had no interest in Pansy- nor any other girl at Hogwarts, for that matter. Still, as his father always reasoned, the girls at Durmstrang were far more respectable and worthwhile, and Draco had no doubt he'd meet someone after he graduated.

The image of Harry continued to permeate Draco's thoughts, and he tried desperately to ignore it. "Is that your boyfriend?" asked a fifth year who'd just ascended the stairs.

"What?!" replied a flabbergasted Draco.

"Oh, no" answered a second girl he'd not noticed- revealing that the question was, in fact, directed at her. "No, I'm waiting for Dean Thomas".

Greatly disturbed by the skip his heart had experienced following the misunderstanding, Draco, now identifying the second girl as the youngest Weasley, hurried in a state of distress and confusion down to his dormitory.