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THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE HBP, SO PLEASE BE AWARE.

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Friend

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He wasn't the most beautiful boy in the sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had a rather large nose protruding from his face, and less-than-striking gray eyes. He wasn't the nicest boy, either; in fact, he was quite nasty. Nor was Draco Malfoy the smartest, though he did come close. Sure, he had more money than any wizard should, but there was something much more attractive about the funny-nosed Slytherin twit than his large estate. He had a hidden allure, an unspoken fame, that crowned him king of late night rendezvous. A bad boy who's one wink could make any good girl's heart melt. The gossip and giggles from girls around grounds made Pansy sneer; the thought of every gorgeous girl in school wanting him made her stomach feel sick. They didn't know him like she did. He didn't care about them, and none of those girls loved him. But she loved him. He was her friend.

With an empty glass bottle that wreaked of alcohol rolling by his feet, he would whine, Pansy, let's snog. She would laugh, rolling her eyes and telling him what an f'ing wanker he was, throwing her hair back and plastering on the smile she had mastered when she was five. And she didn't know why, but she would look at the clock, and wait until his date for the evening arrived, watching as they both retreated into his room together. She wanted to be the girl under him, trapped between his bed sheets and the smell of his cologne. She wanted to be the girl that slyly ducked through the Prefect hall as the sun rose, wandering through cold cobblestone with a smirk tucked between passion stained cheeks.

"Parkinson!" Draco called, shaking his damp hair and fumbling with the clasp on his heavy black robe. "You'll never believe what I heard today from Mother. It seems-" And Pansy sat, her face sympathetic to the news, and she listened, like always. She was his friend.

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a/n: What is this? I have no idea where this came from. I haven't written in ages, which is probably detectable in the quality here. Sorry, maybe I'll write again soon if this random inspiration continues...