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A/N: I personally don't like this chapter as much the first one but it'll do depending on if people like it or not I might chuck this chapter and re-write it like I said depending on how people review. R&R please it would be helpful to the story and the writer and Thank you to all of you who reviewed in the first chapter. Corrected as best as possible.

Draco rubbed his eyes tiredly and tried to look deep, very deep, within himself for all the patience he could muster. He picked up his teacup gently, and examined it, just for something to do.

He almost smashed his cup, when Pansy let off a high pitch giggle; it was like a wand scratching a chalkboard. He was going crazy. He wasn't sure how much more he could withstand.

He glanced around the table and eyed the people Pansy had forced him to come see. Most of them had been Slytherin's from Hogwarts, but Draco just wasn't in the mood for any sort of company at the moment. Let alone be here in a little ritual get-together Pansy had dragged him along to. He had graduated from Hogwarts to get away from these people, not socialize with them.

Draco felt something brush past his leg. He glanced around the table and caught view of Queenie Greengrass. She was currently staring at him, and twirling her hair on her finger in a flirtatious way.

He chuckled, and raised an eyebrow questioningly at her. This could be amusing.

She licked her lips succulently, letting her eyes wander down to his mouth. She was not hiding what was on her mind. "Are you still dating Pansy?" She mouthed soundlessly, so no one else could hear.

Draco nodded reluctantly, and looked in Pansy's direction as he rolled his eyes, causing Queenie to giggle.

"Is there something funny?" Pansy asked, maliciously wanting to be in on what was happening.

"Nothing, we were just talking." Queenie smiled at Draco and bit her bottom lip.

"I didn't hear you say anything." She hissed, noticing the sexual tension, then turned to her boyfriend expecting an answer. When he didn't reply, she tried again. "I didn't know you were having a conversation." She pouted, obviously unhappy.

"You wouldn't." Draco finally responded, not taking his focus off of Queenie. He winked, causing her to giggle again.

Pansy huffed, and looked back to her group of people. With whom she had been having a discussion with, not letting Draco see the hurt in her eyes.

Draco stood up and announced, "I'm going to the kitchen to get some more refreshments." He walked out.

Queenie jumped up as well. "He might need some help." She answered seductively, and then ran out the door down the hall after him.

"I can tell." Queenie blurted out of nowhere, coming from behind him. She put her arms around his waist in a friendly but intimate way. When Draco just stared at her inquisitively, she batted her eyelashes and said, "You're not happy." She finished.

Draco sighed defeated; feeling he had to tell someone, and since she could tell his emotions at the moment. It might as well be her. "No I'm not." He ran his fingers through his hair impatiently. "This relationship is going nowhere, and to tell you the truth. I'm extremely bored and insane having to go shopping all the bloody time." He growled.

She watched him curiously. "If you're that miserable, why are you still with her?" She gave him a look that shouted liquid sex.

Draco ignored the look, and thought instead about what she had said. Why hadn't he thought about that? If he was so bored why was he staying with her? Why hadn't he broken up with her yet?

The questions floated around in his mind. "I don't know." Draco answered, and walked away in a daze, leaving her standing there frowning.

It was about time he started something new, he decided marching back into the room. Completely forgetting about the drink he was supposed to have been getting. He sat in his chair and continued to think.

Maybe it was about time he broke up with Pansy. She was a horrible girlfriend. He had only kept her around for something to do, and obviously that wasn't making him happy anymore. So it was time to move on, he concluded, glaring at Pansy from across the room. He would do it as soon as they broke free of these idiots.

Draco sat there, sulking for a while, as he tried to think of a way to bring about the situation.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" Marcus Flint asked, taking the seat next to Draco, and gazing at Pansy, as if under some sort of enchantment. "How did you mange to catch such a beauty, you're always so lucky." He mumbled.

"You want her?" Draco asked seriously.

Marcus laughed thinking it as a joke. "I wish." He sighed, and put his head in his hands like a lovesick puppy. It made Draco sick to watch him. "She only has eyes for you, you know."

"What makes you say that?" He asked, catching a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye.

"Everyone can see that she only looks at you. She never looks at us. She looks at you like you're the only two people in the world." Marcus said sadly, wishing it were he in Draco position, Draco wishing Marcus was in his position.

"You're sounding as though she's in love with me." Draco said, trying to get a better look at Pansy to see what Flint was talking about.

"Isn't it obvious?" Marcus asked. Draco was astonished he had to even ask. "Hell when you were gone with Queenie, the girls were wondering when you were going to pop marriage on her."

Marriage? Love? This was way over his head. She definitely had to go before this got deeper then it was. "Excuse me." He strolled across the room, and took Pansy by the arm and dragged her off. "Enough of this crap, we're out of here." He said angrily.

"But-" Pansy cut off, when she noticed the seriousness dancing over his face. Seeing it necessary to just go along with him.

(Scene Change)

Draco didn't say a word to her as they got to the outside of his manor. What was he suppose to say? She had been thinking about marriage? He shuttered at the thought of it. He couldn't imagine himself ever settling down, and maybe having kids, and populating the world like the rest of these people.

Pansy just shook slightly with nervousness. Draco's face would go from pissed off to being non-emotional the next. It was like he was at war with himself. She was comforted by the silence yet scared of it. She was scared of it because she could tell it was something bad, and comforted by it because maybe the longer the silence; the more she could avoid the worse to come. Then the comfort was shattered, when Draco started to speak.

"This is where we part." He said. "The carriage will take you home." Turning his back on her, hoping she got the message, he dismissed her.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" She asked, hoping she was just getting mixed feelings.

"No we're through." Draco said plainly, keeping a straight leaving-no-room-for argument expression.

"Excuse me?" Pansy asked disbelievingly. "Are you breaking up with me?" Her breathing quickened, as her heart felt it would shatter.

"That's right, we're done." He shrugged. "It was okay for a while, but then it got boring. Hell the little Weasel is more interesting than you are." Inside his mind, he did a happy dance as he smiled at how much he wouldn't miss having to go shopping with her anymore.

"Weasley more interesting then I am?" She asked numbly, her brain not wanting to comprehend what was happening.

"Of course at least she knows when she's being insulted." He said meanly. "She also knows how to be nice to my mother." He added for effect.

"You promised we would be together!" She yelled, as she started to feel angry and betrayed.

"I did it to make you shut up. Have you actually ever listened to your voice when you're nagging? Frankly I'm not sure why I put up with you for so long. Now if you'll leave, I have more important things to attend to." He started to depart once again, but stopped when Pansy shouted.

"You lied to me?"

"Yeah." He answered simply and truthfully.

"How could you lie to me?" She asked, as the tears began to shimmer in her eyes.

Draco smirked, and glanced at her as if it were obvious. "I lie to everyone, what the hell makes you think you're so special?"

Pansy impatiently wiped at her unshed tears, not wanting to give Draco the advantage. "I'm a fellow Slytherin and I love you!"

Draco snorted. "Then you're a fool."

"I had hoped we would be married." She stated, pacing in front of him.

He rolled his eyes and managed to look bored. "Then you're not only a fool, you're an idiot. I would never marry you. I probably would've killed you before the wedding night. Don't you see? You drive me insane. Not that good insane, where I love you so much I would do anything for you." He mocked her in a high annoying tone. "It's the insane where I would check myself into St. Mungo's, because of the so many ways I would wish to mutilate you."

She swallowed and stayed silent, not sure of what she was going to do anymore. She was swaying. She just wanted to feel still and whole again. But she was feeling like someone had grabbed her feet, took the floor from underneath her, and was tearing her to pieces.

"You never loved me, you only made me believe it." She mumbled to herself.

"That's right, I would probably fall for Weasley before I would ever fall for you." He was getting bored with this conversation; he wanted her to just leave.

"You want Weasley? Then so be it." She growled, looking more dangerous then Draco could have imagined her.

"What are you mumbling?" He shook his head irritatingly. "Get off my property, before I send for security." He stalked away, not waiting to see if she had left, and not really caring.

(Scene Change)

Pansy lay in her bed late that night. Looking at all the dark magic books she had found in knockturn Alley. She smiled evilly, as her finger came across a spell that would be perfect for what she was thinking.

She would get her revenge, and it will be her name Draco will be cursing on his lips as his life comes to an end.