A/N: Another chapter! And I've already written the next one...updates at the moment aren't very frequent because my Dad's home and that means I spend my entire time driving backwards and forwards between my Grandad's house to see them and my house which happens to be a fair drive away. Sucks. Oh yeah, and I have to fit copious amounts of school work in there plus I have exams soon. AND I'm still trying to write because I love it. Anyway, enjoy this, its short and you probably can guess what's coming...thanks for the reviews!

Yeah, yeah..

I've heard it before, I won't listen to you anymore, there's nothing left to say

No more games left to play, what am I doing this for, and who's keeping score

Now it's too late...

Pansy weaved through the crowds, attracting a few looks as she hadn't bothered to clean her face of the recently acquired tear stains, she could see Draco on the other side of the room and was determined to take Aristid's advice as soon as possible. Draco smirked as she approached him, not noticing how upset she looked. Pansy rolled her eyes, this was exactly the point that Aristid had been making – Draco just didn't have to bother caring anymore, she was handing him everything on a plate.

"Pansy love…" He slurred, drooping an arm around her shoulders.

"Fuck off Draco…we need to talk." She wrenched his strong arm off and glared at him, the group of guys he was stood with whistled loudly and laughed.

Draco held up his hands in defence and followed Pansy outside, rolling his eyes at his group of friends. Once they were stood on the terrace of Goyle's large house Pansy turned around to face him, shivering the cold and rubbing her hands up and down her bare arms to try and retain some of the warmth. She looked critically at Draco, once - years ago, he would have removed his jumper or cloak immediately to keep her warm.

"You said you wanted to talk?" Draco drawled, leaning back against a wall. Pansy paused in her pacing to throw a condescending glance in his direction before continuing to walk up and down. "Oh Pansy…" Draco sing songed.

"Shut the fuck up." She whirled around. "I have to tell you something, I don't want to do it. So just let me think about it for a second. This is going to kill me…"

"Pansy come on, it can't possibly be that bad."

Pansy chuckled, it was so ironic, because Draco couldn't possibly envisage that she was about to break up with him. "It can be Draco, and it is…" She took a deep breath and turned away from him. She knew it was weak of her but it wasn't as if this was forever. "Draco…"

"Pansy…"

"This isn't working any more."

"What isn't?"

"Us."

"Excuse me?" Pansy turned around to see Draco raising an incredulous eyebrow.

"We're. Not. Working. Anymore." She enunciated each word slowly and clearly as if speaking to a three year old.

"Oh." Draco paled slightly and stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking down. Suddenly a look flashed across his face and he looked up at Pansy quizzically. "But we're betrothed."

"Yes, but there was nothing in that vow that said we had to be together for the time before we are married. And its just not working, I don't want to waste my life…"

"You think marrying me will be a waste?"

"No!" Pansy defended quickly. "I'm just fed up with being treated like dirt, scratch that…I'm fed up with not even being noticed by you, Draco."

"I notice you…"

Pansy screwed up her face in disgust. "Yes Draco, when you come you notice me."

"Look, Pans…maybe I haven't exactly been the greatest boyfriend lately but…"

"Understatement of the fucking year."

"Yeah…"

"So…"

"I understand…"

"I'm sorry…"

"No, I'm sorry…" Draco reached forward and taking Pansy's wrist pulled her towards him, tilting his head downward and kissing her briefly. Pansy realised as he pulled away and swept inside, that it was probably the most significant kiss he had ever given her in their entire lifetime. She fingered her lips gingerly, and definitely the most bittersweet.

Pansy rolled over in bed as she heard someone walking down the hallway, she wasn't really asleep or even close to it – she was to busy thinking about what she was going to do with herself now that she'd broken up with Draco. It was quite surreal; they'd been together since the Yule Ball in fourth year.

As she pondered what she was going to do and more importantly, as Aristid had said, where she was going to go she heard her bedroom door creak open and immediately propped herself up on one elbow to see the source of the disturbance. It didn't take her long to recognise the head of platinum blonde hair as Draco advanced towards her, crawling across the large bed. She pushed him away and he growled.

"Draco, I told you, it's over. Don't make this harder than it is already…"

"I didn't think you were actually serious." He half laughed, very obviously drunk as he tried to kiss Pansy's neck.

"Draco I am deadly serious." Pansy pulled her wand off the bedside table and levelled it at him.

"What the fuck, Pansy?"

"We're not together anymore Draco! Go find someone else to fuck!"

"Come on, we can still have sex…I know you want me…" He winked and Pansy dropped back against the pillows, how was she going to get this into his head.

"Draco…I don't, not at the moment at least. Please, get out and don't come back until you realise exactly why I've done this." She sighed and closing her eyes kneed him viciously in the groin. Draco groaned and rolled off the bed, Pansy cracked one eye open a few minutes later to see him limping out of her bedroom, not bothering to shut the door.

Maybe in the morning, he would at least remember what she had told him from the pain if nothing else.

Cause you give and you take and it hurts so I can't do this anymore

There's nothing left in the end, I want you out of my bed

We made love we fought wars, but now there's nothing left to fight for

I want you out of my bed...

Krezip - Out of My Bed

(Download this song its awesome, in fact download the whole album, its really the soundtrack to this fic.)