Disclaimer: I don't like doing disclaimers, so Draco is going to do it for me. Right?
Draco: Do I have to? I'm kinda busy killing Pothead.
Harry: Help gurgle me…
AndryRocks: Come on, you can kill Scarface later.
Harry: pleeeaaaase blood drips down face
Draco: Stop whining, idiot. Ok, I'll do it. Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or any of J.K. Rowling's pureblood, mudblood or muggle charters belong to J.K. Rowling and not AndryRocks: Though she really wishes they did. And if anyone will sell them to her for under, umm, how much do you have?
AndryRocks: twenty six, no seven dollars, two cents and a knut.
Draco: For under a knut, please contact her.
Harry: They're evil. EVIL! blood drips on floor
AndryRocks: Ewwww… somebody clean that up…
A/N: Yes! I AM finally updating, and (surprisingly) have not died! I am soooooo sorry, but, this is my first year in a new school and the work load has tripled. I really though I would be able to update, but… oh well.
A/N II: Over the summer I'll be updating more frequently, as I'll have more free time.
A/N III: Oh, and the interaction with Potter and co at the end of the scene doesn't really have a point, but, as it's a Harry Potter fic, I feel it's my moral obligation to add him somewhere. :)
A/N IV: THANK YOU to the people who reviewed:
Quiet One: I know, I know, I'm horrible at updating… sigh… I used to have another account, where I didn't update for so long that someone inquired as to whether or not I had dies. :) I got your e-mail, and decided (three months later) to finally update, so… here it is! (oh, and your paragraph is much better. as soon as i figure out how, I'll upload it)
the criticizer: Love the username :)… thanks! I know I have a ton of grammatical errors and weird sentences, but, eh, what can you do…
1time2many: It'll be Pansy/Draco eventually. I actually have the scene where Pansy realizes that she likes him written. It just came to me, and I centered the whole fic around it… at some point I'll have chapters where it's just the two of them :)
fashionqueen: Thank You! squeal
Jeni-nite: Like I said to 1time2many, eventually it'll be just them… :)
And, without further ado, the chapter:
Immediately, all conversation ceased. Giving everyone his trademark Malfoy glare, Draco made his way towards the Slytherin table. Sitting the middle of said table, Pansy prayed to every god she could think of that Draco hadn't heard any of the rumors.
'Please, please, please I'll be a wonderful person and save cats from trees, and all that Gryffindor rot as long as he hasn't-'
"You. Are. Dead."
'Too late."
"Umm… I can explain. You see-" Draco glared.
"How is it that I tell you I'm going out with someone and it turns into a coming out story? Wasn't me no longer being a batcheler good enough for you?"
"It's the Gryffindor fault." she said quickly. Draco mearly arched an eyebrow.
"You see, I told Parvati, and she said it sounded too perfect, and I said-"
Draco cut her off with a wave of his hand.
"I don't care what caused it. Fix it." Grabbing a bagel, Draco swept out of the room. Pansy buried her head in her hands.
"I am so dead."
Across the room at the Gryffindor table, three friends were deep in discussion.
" Malfoy? Gay! I knew it!" Weasley said triumphantly. Granger glanced aroung quickly
"Hush! Keep your voice down!"
"This isn't a library, Hermione." Potter said, casually flicking his hair so his scar was visable and sneaking a look at the Ravenclaw table to see if Cho noticed.
"Harry? Are you okay? Are you thinking about Voldemort again?" Granger asked, concerned.
"Uh, yea, sure."
"Aren't any of you in the least fazed by this news?" Weasley asked indignantly. Potter looked at Granger. Granger looked at Potter.
"No." They said at the same time.
"So, what do you think of the Cannons chance at the cup this year?" Potter said, turning to Weasley.
"Oh, I dunno. They haven't been doing so well, but they have a new seeker this year and-" With the ease only six years of practice could bring, Granger tuned out her two best friends and began to read her newest book.
So? I know it's short, but the next one'll be longer. Promise. So, if you went into all the trouble of reading this, do one writer a big favor and review. Please?