Last Beautiful Girl Draco slowly pulled himself to his feet and made his way back to the school. He really needed to get her off his mind. It was better than looking at his own life, but it was still depressing because he saw too many similarities and was too afraid that her road would lead to where he already was.

Pansy wasn't in their common room so he started walking the halls. He stopped when he heard noises coming from one of the abandoned classrooms. Well, if he couldn't be with his girlfriend, he might as well bust a few Hufflepuffs for snogging each other senseless.

He burst into the room and froze. He took a deep steadying breath while the occupants scrambled for their discarded articles of clothing. They had been doing more than snogging, not everything, mind, but they were headed there. He nodded his head in understanding and left.

Pansy ran out after him after getting dressed. "Draco wait!" she called.

He didn't stop but said without turning around, "It isn't like mine is the first heart you've broken."

"Draco please!"

He turned sharply. "I can't get back the days I spent with you but it isn't like you've ever promised me anything." His voice was cold.

"Draco, please!" she repeated, "I'm sorry it happened this way. I was going to tell you soon."

He eyebrows shot up and he crossed his arms. "Really? Well, please, tell me what you would have said!"

She squirmed uncomfortably. "I don't want to leave you alone, Draco. I still…I still need to be friends with you. I need to know that you'll be all right. Draco…" she took a step toward him but his eyebrows went up again and she stopped moving. She looked rather pathetic. "You know I'll always be here if you need to talk, if you have trouble keeping it together… Draco…"

He had started shaking his head. "Stop! Just stop! I was a fool to take you back. I knew what you were like. Remember? This happened before, a year and a half ago. I've gone without you before and I'll go without you now. Just…just know, Pansy, that this time, I won't take you back if you're the last beautiful girl in the world."

He turned and walked away. He could hear her slump down the wall and start crying. Calling back over his shoulder, he said, "You're everybody else's girl, Pansy, you'll always be everybody else's girl."

Wonderful. He was alone again. After he had turned a few corners he slunk into his own abandoned classroom and fell into one the desks, bending his head over it. His eyes hurt. They stung. He had never cried and had no idea what it felt like, but he figured it had to be better than this horrible stinging behind the eyes.

He had relied on her. He had trusted her. He had…face it, he had loved her. He had taken her back hadn't he?

They had started dating early in their fourth year and by Christmas she had cheated on him. It had hurt. Regardless of what many people thought, he wasn't one to take girls lightly. If he dated a girl he fancied her, and if he fancied her it was real.

He had agreed to give her a second at the end of the last year. She had gone to him after his father had been arrested and been there for him. She had gone over to his house and sat downstairs when he refused to see her. She had sat there silently when he actually let her in his room. She had been there.

She wasn't there anymore. She never would be again. Not if she was the last beautiful girl.