Two chapters in 24 hours, and no idea how to end this. I'm sorry.

Pansy Parkinson stepping out of the classroom feeling slightly worse for wear. For one, it was 7:38am, for another, she was leaving Michael Corner slumped on the sofa with a fair amount of her lipstick on his face. At least she could say she was saliva sisters with Granger. She shuddered a little bit. Creeping back to Slytherin Dungeon on a Saturday morning technically required no creeping. Heaven forbid anyone other than the over enthusiastic quidditch teams were awake before 10, and Slytherins valued their slumber. So when she nearly walked over Draco lying outside the entrance to the common room she couldn't contain the laughter. He had passed out with clearly half of the forbidden forest in his hair, ripper trousers, and a hell of a lot of sparkles on his face. She nudged him with her foot.

"Get up you bougie oaf" he groaned "I'll leave you to Snape." He pulled himself into an upright position.

"I'm up"

She rolled her eyes, spoke the password and shoved him inside the door, where he fairly collapsed onto the dark green carpet.

"What on earth happened to you, you utter eejit"

"Got with Weasley"

"Didn't realize you flew that side of the pitch"

"Panz, not now, only business now"

"Sure thing, Draco dearest." She simpered with an eye roll. The boy tried her patience. They may be friends, but he was an ass about 150% of the time, had said some cruel things, and also he wore boxers. People have had worse things wrong with them, but boxers ranked pretty high up there.

"So when you were fucking Ronald, did you top or did he?"

"Oh shove off, I'm tired and confused and very much not in the mood"

The lack of expletives made Pansy give him his dues, clearly he wasn't quite in the right mind to be teased.

"Ok, so Ginny then, a fine choice considering she's shacking up with Potter."

Draco sighed and lay back down on the floor.

"I know she is, and last night Potter and Cho clearly had at one of your love potions because they were necking at the party when Ginny and I were on the balcony. I potentially stopped her by kissing her, and it all went from there."

Pansy was grinning with delight "Oh that's wonderfully saucy"

Draco sighed again and continued "That is until I got her to the lake, you know girls always fall for the lake"

She nodded begrudgingly, it was a good move, "I got her to the lake, and then we were kissing and then her conscience took over. Suddenly it was guilt this, guilt that, I've hurt him etc etc"

Pansy wasn't grinning now, but looking vaguely perplexed.

"The whole point of you taking her out was so the hot head wouldn't see Cho and Harry getting it on?"

"Yes, but then I made a mistake"

"Oh don't you dare say it"

"She tried to steal my broom Pansy!"

"What did you tell her?"

"I said Cho and Harry fucked."

Pansy kicked him. Twice.

"You're an utter prat, Malfoy, an utter prat. Not everyone has to know everything. Oh for fucks sake." She began to stalk off, before looking back at the pathetic pile of a boy on the rug "You didn't try and have sex with her afterwards, did you?"

Draco was really having a good day for sighing.

"No, but she tried to fuck me, but I couldn't do it." he paused. "She was too vulnerable, too close to the situation, I just didn't think she deserved it, I don't know" he tailed off.

Pansy cocked her head at him,

"So Ginny, then?"

"Fuck off, Pansy."

She took her leave, vaguely chuckling, and really hoping she bumped in Blaise, because who else would appreciate this as much.

Harry was lying in bed, trying to work out how he was going to tell his girlfriend, his very hot headed, proud, amazing, possibly soon to be ex, girlfriend that he has slept with Cho Chang. Well at least he was pretty sure he had slept with Cho, but he didn't think Ginny would care for semantics. He had to admit that 'I drank a love potion with another girl' didn't quite have the ring of an actual excuse, more that of utter stupidity. What he really needed to do was go for a fly, get outside, clear his head, potentially run away? No, no running away, not this time.

He sat up, pulled on a new white t shirt, and then a grey hoodie, sliding out of bed as quietly possible, he made for the door. He hadn't seen Ron in bed, which was strange. This was cleared up the moment he left the dorm as Ron was lying half naked and in a ball on the stairs. There was some girls number scrawled in what looked like lipstick on his back, with a kiss imprint next to it. Harry rolled his eyes, if only Ron wouldn't shark the younger years, maybe everyone would leave with their shiny reputations intact. He touched the bruise mark on his cheekbone where his best friend had decked him. It was a fair cop.

From there he lightly ran down the stairs and was out of the common room before any of the half dead 6th years could wake up to see him go. He made it to the broom shed in excellent time, grabbed his Firebolt, and kicked off. Nothing like fresh Scottish air before 8am to awake the senses. He took his normal path down the side of the forest, and then back up the lake before he thought he saw two people sitting on one of the classroom balconies staring at him. He waved, but they didn't wave back. Learning into the broom he shot towards the castle, his glasses pressed to his face. When he made it to the castle he saw the two people were actually two hufflepuffs who had been stationed in deck chairs on the balcony. They were completely lost to the word, as he clicked his fingers next to their ears. Pansy Parkinson's potions, combined with a disgusting amount of alcohol, generally led to this sort of situation. He pushed back from the balcony and made his way back to the broom shed to find Blaise Zambini standing there, waiting.

"Potter, you're going to tell me everything that happened, and then I'm going to explain what you're going to do."

There you go. I don't know anymore, at the least the writing is vaguely better than when I started?