It's really short, and I'm sorry about that. The next one will be way longer. I think it's pretty good. Again thanks to my lovley beta Namelessxfreak

Do I own Harry Potter? No I don't own Harry Potter.

It was late September, and Draco was relaxing in the Slytherin common room.

He still couldn't contrast the fact that he was suppose to marry Pansy. He reflected on his birthday party. He got a new broom from his parents, new balls for Quidditch from the Greengrasses and other things from other people. Pansy didn't show. When he asked her where she had been she simply replied with 'I was busy'. That hurt, she was his best friend and she was too busy to go to his seventeenth birthday. He was finally sorting his thoughts together, when he heard voices.

"What are you thinking about right now?"

"Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"The future."

Draco could tell one of the voices belonged to Pansy, but who was the guy?

"Blaise, what do you see when you look into the future?''

"You in my bed."

Draco heard a loud smack, and smirked. Blaise Zabini had just been slapped by Pansy Parkinson, something that had happened to him many times. He heard Blaise's heavy footsteps stalk off toward the boys dorm. He then heard a pair of lighter footsteps coming to his direction.

"Ugh," Pansy groaned, and sat on the arm of the overstuffed chair he was sitting in. "I hate men."

He chuckled. "You say that all the time."

"It's the truth." She fell back into his lap.

He shook his head. "You know you don't hate men."

"Fine, I hate Slytherin men."

"So, you hate me?"

"Let me rephrase that. I hate men who only think about sex." She rolled her eyes.

He chuckled. "So, you hate me?" He repeated.

Pansy reached up and slapped his arm playfully. "I could never hate you... Okay, yeah, I could, but you get my point... You aren't always trying to get me in your bed."

"Maybe I should start trying." He smirked.

"Try and you'll end up like Zabini." He looked down into her dark eyes. He imagined looking into those same eyes, everyday when he woke up.

"Draco, Draco, DRACO!" Pansy called trying to get his attention.

"Huh?''

"You spaced out on me, babe." She giggled, and sat up in his lap.

"Malfoy," Crabbe called, standing at the door. Draco sighed, why did his idiot "friends" always have to ruin the moment?

"What do you want?"

"What are you doing?"

A smirk grew on Pansy's face, she had to add something to the conversation. "We're having sex."

Draco snickered.

Crabbe looked dumbshocked. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Can I watch?"

"NO!" Pansy screamed. Crabbe ran off, back into his dorm. The truth was, a pissed off Pansy, scared everyone.

"Lovely comeback."

"I know," she laughed.

They sat in silence for a few minutes until Pansy gasped.

"What?" Draco asked, concerned.

She sighed. "I just remembered something."

"What?"

"Nothing..."

"Don't lie to me."

"I just remembered I have a date."

"With who?" he asked, jealously clear in his voice.

"Harry Potter," she whispered.

"Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that."

"Harry Potter."

"You have a date with Saint Potter?" he sneered. "The same Harry Potter I know and hate?"

She nodded. "Yes..."

"Why?"

"He asked me."

"And you said yes?"

"Yeah."

"You disgust me. Leave! Now!"

"Draco..."

"Pansy, leave."

"Why are you so jealous?"

"Why? Why am I so jealous? Because you're mine! Not his!"

"I don't belong to you!" She yelled and got up from his lap.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Damn it, Pansy, yes you do!"

She reached out a perfectly manicured hand and slapped him. "I belong to no one," she hissed and stormed off.

Draco sighed. He had just pissed off his future wife.