Pansy's POV

For the past week, I've been noticing...things. My drakie-poo is spending less time with me and more time with Collette! I'm totally ticked off. He's my boyfriend and he's hanging around some one he hates. Something's up and I'm gonna find out what.

I follow them to the Ravenclaw common room. No one else is around.

Collette attempts to enter after answering a question, but Draco grabs her hand. She swings around to face him, when their lips touch.

Something like fire erupts in my chest: A fire of jealousy and hate, rising and burning. I loathe her with a passion. No one steals my Drakiepoo and gets away with it. I know exactly what to do.

I know for a fact that Collette comes to the common room every Saturday after breakfast. I will break her heart and win my Drakiepoo back. I wear a red tank top that shows a little skin at the bottom and tight medium wash jeans and a black, studded belt. I stand in his room waiting for him to come in to freshen up.

He enters and spots me. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought we could have a little fun," I say seductively.

"Pansy, we need to talk." I ignore him.

'"You seem stressed."

"I'm not stressed," he says, flopping down on his bed. Perfect position.

I get on top of him and straddle him. I kiss him passionately with a lot of tongue action. He tries to push me off by my shoulders, but I hang on tight.
As if on cue, Collette comes in and sees us.

End Pansy's POV

Back to Collette's POV

"What the fuck?!" I see Pansy straddling Draco and kissing him. He has his hands passionately poised on her shoulders. "Draco, how could you?! And just when I started trusting you!"

They separated. Pansy smirks and Draco looks shocked, hurt and pleading.

"It's not what you think." He pushes Pansy off of him and she rolls onto the floor. She squeals in pain as she makes contact with the ground. He rushes to me, grabs my shoulders, and looks pleadingly into my now murderous, dark blue eyes.

Fear enters his eyes as he sees my harsh glare. "What? You're not cheating on me?! You - you cheating little ferret!" I pull away from him and shrug his hands off my shoulders.

"I'm not at fault. She's the one thatkissed me!" He takes a pleading, yet challenging step towards me.

"Yeah, right. You're just a man-whore." I spit in his face and walk to the door. He wipes my saliva off angrily and watches me, his face changing from shocked to angry, back and forth. "Have fun with your real girlfriend." I slam the door and he decides to stick with looking depressed.

I don't want to believe that just happened. I didn't want to leave. I want to cry. I don't know what I want. I have a rep to keep. If I do anything my heart wants, I would ruin that image. I can't go soft. Not now. I convince myself that it is all his fault, but I also know what I want. I want Draco Malfoy.

Just outside of my common room, I place my back against the wall and slide down until I reach a fetal position. I know I'm strong. I don't show weakness, but I cry my heart out anyways.

An idea suddenly hits me. My tearstained face morphs into a giant smirk. I'll get even. Malfoy will pay.