A/N: I felt bad and I was bored so I decided to give you ANOTHER whole chapter. There's been a lot of Ginny so now let's move to Draco. Please review. Thank You.

Draco arrived at his common room late that night due to the detention he had received from the day prior. He was flying with Ginny and not in class, however you would think that was the problem. You'd be wrong. The reason he got detention was because during the flying Draco and Ginny started throwing rotten vegetables at the windows of the classrooms. On top of the vegetables being extra rotten, they were enchanted to scream bloody murder when hurled and made a grunting noise when they smacked against the windows. Draco laughed remembering what great fun it was to bother all those damn teachers.

"You were out late," A girl said behind Draco who was walking to his room.

"Pansy you were always the observant one."

"What did you do this time?" Pansy made her way to the front of Draco.

"The usual," was his clipped response.

"Oh, I see. I didn't know that flying around with a Weasely was usual."

Draco let out an exasperated sigh, "What are you getting at Pansy. I'm very tired so in the interest of saying time just tell me."

"You know what I'm aiming at Draco Malfoy." Pansy encircled him letting her finger trace a circle around his body.

"I don't have time for this," he said about to storm off.

Pansy stopped him by saying, "You like her." Her voice was cool and even. She was pretending so hard not to care. But Draco could see through that tired act.

"You're pathetic." He continued on.

"I'm not the one who's chasing after a Weasely!" She shouted at him.

Draco stopped in his tracks and went back to Pansy. He stood so close that their noses almost touched. "I'm only going to say this once. I do NOT have any lustful feelings for her."

Pansy stood there thinking of a retort. "Well, she wouldn't do it anyway. Everyone knows she has the hots for scar boy."

"Sometimes when I think you have stooped lower than even I could," he turned away from her, " your surpass yourself."

"I'm not the one who is teasing some poor girl by making her think that anyone is interested." The war of the words had begun.

"Pansy, you're jealously is easier to see than your botched boob spell."

Pansy's face went red and she was ready to kill him. Seeing that she couldn't win this battle with words she took it to a different level. "Oh, so you think they're fake?"

"I know they're fake. The last time we were together one of them deflated right in my hand!" Draco let out a little laugh, after all that was a pretty funny experience.

"They're much better now. Let me try again," Pansy begged seductively.

"I'm not falling for that again." Draco began to turn away.

Pansy ran after him and whispered into his ear all the things she had in store for him. Giving in to her temptations he kissed her. Pansy, in a last ditch effort to make sure he would go all the way, whispered into his ear: "You can pretend if you want."

The next day in the Great Hall Draco was half dead. His body was screaming at him to go back to sleep. The romp with Pansy really took a lot out of him. He was picking at his bland food. Pansy, who was sitting next to him, was chatting insistently about something or other and in his mind her voice slurred into a high pitch squeak. He led a silent battle within himself to ignore it. He was losing.

Fortunately enough for him an owl had come for him and plopped its delivery in the middle of is food making a sickening 'gaawop' noise when it landed. 'Note to self,' Draco thought, 'never eat food that can double as a science enigma.' The owl was from his father:

Draco,

I am expecting you to come home this weekend.

His father wasn't one for long letters that barely grazed the point. He was a more concise man and therefore had 'no tip toeing around it' letters. So what the letters lacked actual concern or sincerity? Not that Draco wanted anything resembling a relationship with his dad but Draco couldn't help being a sucker for a letter that contained more than three sentences.

"What's the letter about?" Pansy asked.

"Nothing. Just going home for the weekend." Draco folded the letter up and put it in his front pocket. Before Pansy could ask him anything more on the topic a fist fight erupted over at the Ravenclaw table.

All eyes turned to watch it and Draco was grateful for the distraction. 'Nothing like a good brawl every now and again,' Draco thought to himself.

A/N: This one was in pretty good shape. It was cleaned up some. Please Review! And continue! Thank you.