Izzy's Note: Dreary Days –many thanks for your reviews and enthusiasm. I also cannnot understand the lack of reviews! I'm glad you and hey-ya-evry-1 are enjoying it neverthless. ;)

I adore the evil characters as well, they're like key ingredients..lol, they're so awesomely wicked. (Muah-ha!)

Well, DD your reviews did it, I will now continue the story…….

Pansy Parkinson was pissed off that day. It was the very first day of her sixth year at Hogwarts and Draco Malfoy had ignored

her. As if her summer hadn't been dreadful enough, now she was in the train back to school and the one boy she needed most

didn't seem to give a damn about her.

She was scowling out the smudgy window of her cold and dark compartment. Her two best friends had fallen asleep in their

seats. She sighed and looked enviously at their hip, trendy clothes they bought at designer stores, and jewlery their parents or

relatives gave them as their "farewell presents" or for their Sweet Sixteens. They shined and glistened as if they were illuminated

by the stars in the night sky. These clothes and jewels made Pansy's friends look graceful and sophisticated.

Pansy looked down at her hands. She had a single silver ring with a large green ruby on it, which Draco had given to her the past

year at the Quidditch World Cup as a "little present". It was the only nice, expensive thing Pansy possessed. It probably cost

thousands of galleons.

That was the type of money she and her family didn't, and would probably never, have. Things had gotten so rough that summer,

that it got to the point where they were having trouble making sure there was enough food on the table every evening.

In total contrast to her friends' brand new clothes, Pansy had been growing too big for hers, but having no new clothes to

repalce them, she wore her Hogwarts robe the whole trip to hide her wardrobe and secret.

Pansy sighed longingly. Not only would being Draco's own true lover make her financial problems better, it would help square

her reputation, which had already been ruined by him the year before. Though she admitted it WAS her fault. This year she

wanted to prove everyone she had never been a slut, and she was only interested in getting intimate with the same guy as always.

She stared out the window at the Hogwarts grounds which were starting to get nearer and remembered that terribly painful night.

Flashback

It was the evening before the last day of their 5th year of Hogwarts. Slythein was having a wild end-of-the-year party in their

common room. The music was so loud and Draco was feeling so wasted from all the butterbeer with alcohol he had drank.

Pansy had been laughing fevereshly the whole night while clinging on to Draco, who paid no attention to her. Then around 1 am,

she suddenly tugged Draco's head towards her and whispered into his ear. "C'mon I wanna show you this cool place." Before

giggling again.

Draco groggily follwed her as she went out of the Slytherin common room and walked down the dungeons, tugging on his arm.

She turned a corner that was a dead end. There was a crack in the wall however and Pansy leaned over and whispered to the

crack and suddenly the crack became a small door. She opened it and ushered Draco in. Once inside, he looked around and

recognized the room.

It was known as the "Slytherin Make-Out Room". Mostly sluts went in here. Even some teachers had been known to. There

was always arousing music playing and comfortable love couches everywhere. There was a couple already making out in a

corner. When they saw Draco and Pansy, they left the room breathing heavily to do who knows what, leaving the two of them

alone.

Pansy smiled devilishly, pushing Draco on a pink fluffy couch. She threw herself at Draco, carressing his beautiful head and

kissing him passionately on the lips. Draco didn't kiss back and shoved her off.

"Pansy..." He muttered, wiping red lipstick splotches off his face. She obviously wasn't a very good kisser. "I like you, you're

very pretty, but this is not what I want...and I'm sure its not what you want either."

Pansy stared at Draco like an appalled, dumbfounded turtoise. "What? How can you not want me? We're MEANT for

eachother, Draco; I've always been so devoted to you!"

Draco looked at her with weary and impatient eyes, as if she were a little girl who really didn't understand very much.

"Not really,Pansy. You never listen to me when I talk, you don't give a damn about my life or my problems. The only time time

you lighten up is if it has something to do with sex or my money. And I'm sorry, but that isn't what I want and it's not who I am."

He edged from under her and strolled away, now thoroughly sober. He hadn't drank as much butterbeer as Pansy had.

Pansy gaped at him, astonished, then recovered and shouted. "Fine, you dumb fucking bastard! It's over! I'll go get a guy loads

better than YOU! You SUCK!You're not even that hot!"

But your cash makes up for it!...

Draco just kept walking and reached the door. He tried to open it but it wouldn't budge

"Pansy! Open the damn door!"Malfoy demanded.

By this point, Pansy was fake sobbing but she looked up and said . "Um, that door is never locked from the inside. Someone

outside must have locked us in."

As she said this, Peeves the Poltergeist glided in, laughing hyterically. "Hahahah, you dumbasses! You forgot to put the

anti-Peeves charm on the door. 'Cus guess what, retards? I just locked you in! Hee hee heeeeeheee! And its gonna be locked

the whole friggin' night!" Peeves left the room, laughing like a maniac.

"Nooo!" Draco cried out, throwing himself against the closed door. "Come back, you crackhead! Come back right now!"

Pansy started panicking, not believeing that this was happening. Oh, why did she have bring Draco to this room and then

completely forget about the anti-Peeves charm? Why was she so stupid? She was too young to pick up such a bad reputation!

She stood up and went to the door and yelled for help like Draco was doing. They kept this up, but no one came around that

hallway.

Her eyes were tired out and her throat hurting from so much shouting, Pansy gave up and walked down to one of the couches

and laid down. It was probably almost four in the morning. Her head hurt like crazy.

Draco eventually did the same as Pansy on the other side of the room, far away from her. The last thought Pansy had before

falling asleep was What will everyone say in the morning when they find out I spent all night away in the make-out room

with Draco Malfoy?

End flashback

"Well, um…ok. I guess that's all for the meeting." The fidgety headgirl said. "so if anyone here would like to go through all the

extra lenghts we mentioned to become a Head Boy or Head Girl next year, please sign up over here and fill out these forms".

Draco snapped out of his rerverie at those words. That meeting had been so damn long. Finally dismissed, everyone filed

hurriedly out of that irritating room. Hermine and himself, he noticed, were the only who stayed behind to apply as Heads for

the coming year.

He stood by Hermione as she signed the forms. He rubbed his palms throughout his entire face. He has just ended a flashback

dealingwith Pansy Parkinson. It wasn't easy.

He lowered his hands and watched Hermione, noticing she was also signing up someone else besides herself.

Name: Ronald Weasly Current Position: Griffyndor prefect

"Where is Weasly?" Draco suddenly asked, noticing the redhead hadn't shown up for the Prefect meeting.

Hermione glanced at him and went back to the papers. "Harry and Ron didn't go on the train. They got a ride from Ms. Sabine…or Proffessor Sabine." She added now, completely turning to Draco and looking at him directly. "She's actually going to be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year." She handed Draco a form to fill out. "Here."

Draco nodded his thanks. "How exactly do you guys know this Sabine woman then?" he asked.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak and closed it. She couldn't tell him Trixie Sabine was a devoted member of the Order of

the Pheonix, had known Sirius Black, and had also been staying at Black's House that summer, where the headquartes were at.

"Oh, she's just a close friend of Ron's family." She said instead. "But she's so cool and really witty." She said this in pure

honesty.

"So obviously, she won't be like that Umbridge bitch, huh?" Draco remarked jokingly.

"Nope... thank GOD!" Hermione breathed, holding her hand to her chest as if she had just been saved from a near heart attack.

"I heard you would talk back and keep questioning her lessons and shit." Draco observed, faking a disaproving tone.

"Oh well, you know what?" Hermione said with a shrug. "Umbridge can just go screw herself."

They both looked at eachother and laughed.

They finished the forms and left the room. Draco looked out one of the windows in the hallway.

"We are almost at Hogwarts..." he heard Hermione tell him. Her uneasy voice was mixed with both gladness and worry as she

too looked out the window.

"Yeah…." Draco said, feeling tense all of a sudden. Overwhelmed by a need to calm himself down, he reached into his pocket

impulsively. He noticed Granger observing him and froze.

"What's that?" she aked signalling with her nose at the bulgy pocket of his robes.

"Nothing" Draco said going pale. Then he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized Granger was referring to his hand. His left

wrist had red marks from where Lucius had tightened his cold long claws on them many times right before giving him an impure

and rash "lecture". I am SO glad I am away from all that now...

"No, really, Malfoy, tell me." She said with a small trustful smile.

Draco looked at Hermione up and down. "Shouldn't I be asking you?" He asked in a mock voice, pointing at her socks.

Hermione looked down and noticed that in the hurry of that morning she was wearing a green sock on one foot and a striped

red- and-white sock on another. She looked back at him with a forced straight face of dignity but she couldn't hold it in.

She burst out laughing. Draco laughed too, shaking his head at the sight. The tension eased.

"Yeah… I know, I'm such a dummass." Hermione choked out.

"Nah, nah, its stylish…" Draco said grinning. He flounced out with his socks in the air, as if he were modeling them.

Soon they were laughing so hard they had to gasp for air.

The train slowed down and stopped moving. They ceased their laughing and their clowning around and leaned againt the wall.

Both realized this was the first time either of them had a nice, relieving laugh in that entire, high-strung summer. Hermione never

mentioned the red welts again, and Draco appreciated her for that.

People started piling into the hall way. Draco and Hermione joined them to exit the train. Outside in the breezy night hair, Draco

scanned the crowd.

"Oh, shit!" he muttered. Pansy Parkinson had just spotted him and was now glaring at him in the distance.

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