Chapter Four

A/N: Okay, so this chapter is going to be a bit different then the other ones. And perhaps chapter five too. It all depends on if I want it two or one long one or.. Blah however long it takes and stuff. So anyways I decided to make a Draco POV chapter. No he doesn't write in a diary, so this will be just like a.. normal first person story. Understood? Good Anyways there is a slight reason for doing this, it won't happen again though, and won't give away all of his feelings and thoughts. Some, but don't go jumping to conclusions. You never know what is to come.

Disclaimer: See others.

I moved a bit closer to her. She seemed nervous by the look on her face. Which made it all the more fun for me.

"Maybe you should let me try it sometime eh?" I whispered in her ear and got up. The look on her face was priceless.

"Bastard," I head her mutter, that just made me smirk.

"I have to meet Potter again. Finish up detention. I was supposed to be there five minutes ago," I said, turned and left the common room.

As I walked down the halls towards the bathroom we were supposed to clean out I saw Josh walking around the corner. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the sight of him.

I'd always liked Pansy. Well not always, but since fourth year. Although it wasn't a whole lot after that. During the Yule Ball it all ended for me. She seemed so uninterested. Maybe she was just trying to act it, because everywhere else she followed me around like a sick puppy.

After fourth year we just talked. I still felt for her in a way though. Not enough for me to actually like her, but I just felt like I needed to be around her all of the time. Almost protect her. That's why this year I came to the conclusion she was no more then a sister figure to me. But sometimes I just felt it wasn't enough. Like I wanted more, but then I didn't. It was the first time something like this annoyed me.

That was all until I started to fancy that Ravenclaw girl. I think she's in sixth year. Reminds me of Chang quite a bit. Maybe they were related? Who knows. She was pretty good looking. That was as much as I knew about her though.

"Your late," Potter hissed as he was scrubbing one of the sinks.

"Why should I bother to come on time to an appointment with you?" I snapped back leaning against the wall.

"Whatever, just clean. The faster you do the faster we can get away from each other," Potter said moving onto another sink.

"Clean? When it wasn't even my fault we ended up here?" I asked raising an eyebrow at him.

"So your blaming this on me?" he asked, I nodded, "It was you who hexed her."

"Well you shouldn't have moved out of the way!" I exclaimed. How was I even supposed to know she'd be walking there?

"You shouldn't have tried to hex me!"

"After you said that about Pansy? Who in their right mind wouldn't!"

"Hermione, Ron, Ginny.." Harry started.

"I said right mind Potter," I interrupted flatly. I could tell this made him even more mad then before. It was always easy to upset him when it came to the ones he 'loved'. He opened his mouth to say something but didn't. All he did was start scrubbing the sinks harder and faster. I couldn't help but smirk.

Silence followed for quite a bit after I'd said that, which, suited me perfectly fine. The faster we got this work done the faster we'd get to leave.

"You like her?" Potter suddenly asked. I looked up at him with a glare.

"Why should I tell you?" I asked irritably. He just shrugged and kept on working. How daft can you get? I thought to myself and started cleaning.

"Finally," I groaned as I flopped down on the couch in the common room. Millicent and Daphne were sitting around a small table talking about something or the other. They just rolled their eyes at me and continued on talking.

"That bad?" A familiar voice came from behind a potions book.

"Spending three hours in a bathroom with Potter cleaning toilets? What do you think?" I asked. Blaise lowered the book from his face and smirked.

"Don't get in a fight next time," He said and shrugged.

"I do recall you urging me on earlier today," I said and sat up straight again when I heard a door shut from the girls dorm. Turning my head I smiled slightly to see a petite raven-haired girl descending the stairs into the common room.

What Potter had said earlier in the bathroom popped into my head and I grimaced. He couldn't be serious could he? Did everyone think I like her? Even if I did, I couldn't be that obvious could I? Did I like her?

"What's wrong with you?" Pansy asked as she sat down on the couch next to Blaise.

"Hmm? Oh nothing, just thinking," I said nonchalantly, turning around again. I couldn't let what Potter said get to me.

"Thinking? You? Not so good," Blaise said smirking. He always came up with the worst come backs. If you would even consider that one.

"Actual…" I started then was cut off by an owl pecking at the window. Instantly I could tell it was my fathers owl.

I got up and walked over to the window letting him. He pecked at my shoulder, after I'd untied his burden.

"Shut up stupid bird," I muttered and swatted him away. He seemed to take this as a 'leave' sign and took off out into the sky.

"From your father?" Pansy asked. I looked up from the letter towards Pansy who was not resting her head in Blaise's. That was something I didn't see much. Were they dating? It wasn't like Pansy not to tell me. And what about Josh?

"You okay? Looks like you got hit by a bludger," Millicent said and looked at me from the table. I just glared at her.

"What does it say?" Blaise asked curiously. I just rolled my eyes and opened it up. When I'd gotten through the first part of the letter I could feel myself go cold. Perhaps even paler then I already was.

Dear Draco,

I know I haven't been writing to you so often lately, and I know I've kept you in suspense about the marriage. You've probably told the whole school by now I presume?

Her parents don't want her to know about this yet. So by telling you, I trust you won't tell her. Am I right? The Parkinsons will be very upset if…

I dropped the letter and my eyes shot towards Pansy. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Daphne sneak the letter into her pocket, thinking I hadn't noticed. Why would I care anyways? I had bigger problems.

A/N: Oh wow, I can not believe I just submitted this. Ugh, I'm not very pleased with the outcome but oh well. I only submitted it because.. Well it'd been a while since my last one and I'm done with my English project! Whoop! On a sadder note, the reason it might lose your intrest I've had trouble coming out with this chapter, due to a lack of.. Spirit? Would you call it that? I don't think so.. Hmm.. Maybe it's just writers block. I'll go with that story.. Yeah…