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A/n: I think that was a rather fast update, dontcha think?

X

It was already dinnertime.

Harry and Ron were discussing about something probably insignificant, and she was deep in thought. Hermione was one of the few Gryffindors that paid attention to the little things. What had Dumbledore come to class for anyways? It wasn't rare that he visited the classroom, but he had talked to the professor alone. Could that mean that something was wrong? Or was it something small, like they needed more cauldrons?

Hermione noticed that Parkinson had come back to class empty handed. She kept putting her hand in her robe as if checking if something was still there. Hermione shook her head.

"You're not supposed to care about those things anymore, Hermione. Just in case you've forgotten, you and Dra- MALFOY - It's Malfoy now, dammit- have broken up and you guys aren't of the best of terms right now." she thought.

X

Draco stirred. As he woke up he found he was in some deserted classroom and was in a rather uncomfortable position on the cold marble floor. He sat up and rubbed his head. What happened?

Then it came to him.

Pansy stupefied him. But for what? He looked at the small cut on his arm. Interesting, that wasn't there this morning. Speaking of morning, what time was it?

He stood up and walked up to the small window that was high up the wall. He had to stretch, but he managed. Draco saw that it was dark out. It was evening and he had missed all his classes!

Draco turned around leaned on the wall and purposely bumped the back of head against the wall. They had a test today!

Then something else came to him, something that made his heart stop for a moment.

Where was his wand? Draco frantically searched him robes and breathed a sigh of relief when he found it in his robes. A scowl formed on Draco's face. He was going to find out what happened, and Parkinson was going to tell him.

X

He stormed into the Great Hall and headed directly toward the Slytherin table to a startled Pansy Parkinson.

He stopped right behind Pansy.

"WHAT IN THE BLEEDING FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME!"

Pansy froze and the Great Hall's chatter dimmed down to a few whispers.

An angry Draco was a very, very, very scary Draco.

He knew he would get in trouble for his language, and knew that the professors were probably were planning to deduct points from Slytherin – It didn't matter anyways, it was obvious Hufflepuff was going to win the House Cup this year - but right now he just wanted the know what in Merlin's name got into the witch that sat in front of him.

"Draco, not here," she whispered as she got up from her seat.

He grabbed her arm and practically dragged her out of the Great Hall.

X

"Um… that was interesting," Ron remarked. As he was watching Malfoy pull Parkinson out of the Great Hall, he saw Ginny walking into the Great Hall and sitting beside him.

"Hey Hermione," she said with a small smile.

Hermione nodded. "Ginny,"

Ginny cleared her throat. "Harry."

"Ginny." Harry replied stiffly.

"Ron!" Ron said.

They looked at him weirdly.

"What?" explained Ron, "I felt left out…"

Hermione, Ginny and Harry all rolled their eyes and returned to their dinner.

X

Draco made sure they were alone, but near people. Just in case Miss Stupidity over here tries something funny again. He grabbed her arm tightly.

"Explain." Draco demanded.

And so help me if she gave me an STD…

"Draco, I'm really sorry!"

"I didn't ask for an apology, Pansy!" Draco shouted, "I want an explanation!"

"I did it for us!" she pleaded.

"Dammit Parkinson!" Draco said letting go of her hand and running his hands through his hair, "When will you get, there is no us! There will never be an us! There never was us!"

Parkinson started to cry, "But-"

"No!" Draco shouted. He showed her the cut on his arm, "What were you thinking!"

"I want to tell you, but I can't, you won't believe me," Pansy said with tears, "I did it for us, it just… went horribly, horribly wrong."

Draco gave a bitter laugh. "You want to know what else is horribly, horribly wrong? You. You sick and twisted little-"

"Stop! Draco… I know you hate me, but I don't hate you at all. But h-how can you choose a muggleborn over me! How! I was there for you since the beginning! I want the old Draco back, the one that was a true Malfoy, not the blood-traitor that stands before me today!"

Draco almost slapped her. Almost.

But she was right. He had changed.

He shook his head. She was making him loose focus on the real issue here.

"I don't need a bloody lecture, Parkinson. I want to know what got into you, and why are going through so much trouble just to ruin my life!"

"If this is about your arm, it's just a cut! You can charm it so it heals faster!"

"You're avoiding the question!" Draco snapped.

She jumped when Draco snapped at her. "I already told you, I can't tell you. But… you'll thank me later on." Pansy replied. Then she just turned around and left.

X

Draco planned to go to dinner after confronting Parkinson, but he just lost his appetite. What if she was doing some freaky love potion and needed his blood, or was making some sort of shrine?

He walked up to the portrait that guarded the Head's dorm.

The portrait had a flower and was putting it in her hair.

Funny, Draco thought, Almost every week she has a new accessory.

"Irritum."

What was it with Granger and all the complicated Latin passwords? I would be perfectly content with passwords like, "Gryffindor boys are drag queens just waiting to happen" or "The Weasleys are hobos."

You know, fancy ones like that.

"You may enter," the portrait replied.

Draco stepped inside and immediately he had chills. The fire in the fireplace was out, which was very rare especially on cold days like these. He stepped into his room and saw Lucius Malfoy standing there, pimp cane and everything.

He looked up, "Draco, I didn't see you today," he started smoothly as he ran a finger across Draco's desk and looked at his finger to see if there was dust.

"Sorry, father," Draco replied, "I was… sidetracked."

"Sidetracked? The mudblood again, I presume?" Lucius eyed him distastefully at his disheveled appearance.

"Actually no, sir," Draco answered, "We're not together anymore."

A sly smile came across the elder Malfoy's face. "Glad you came to your senses."

If fear wasn't holding me back, I would take that cane and whip that disgusting smile off his face…

Draco just nodded.

Lucius tapped his ring impatiently on the snakehead of his cane.

"Well?"

"Well what? …Sir."

"Who broke it off with whom?" Lucius asked as he rolled his eyes.

"Oh… um, I broke it off with her." Draco lied.

"Ah," was Lucius' reply.

"This is quite the change of behavior from my last visit," Lucius remarked, "I suppose, I should be getting to the point."

Always a point with you, is it? I thought you were done with your usual visit routine. You know, strike fear into the hearts of students and house elves; maybe smack a few people with your cane, dry hump a few statues on the way here…

"It's time to prove your loyalty to the Dark Lord, Draco."

A/n: The next chap should be up soon, so don't start throwing those tomatoes! I hope you enjoyed! Read and Review.

-MidnightBlossom