I stood there wedged between Draco, pansy and Blaise, my back firmly pushing into Draco's chest. I had to admit it but this year he was hotter than ever, and quidditch had a lot to do with that. I mentally slapped myself.

What am I thinking! I'm tired, it's hot, and I'm stuck between Draco and pansy, I'm allowed to lose it a bit, ok. I regain my composure, as I bring myself back to reality. Ok this situation isn't awkward! I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I feel Blaise's gaze on me, I look up to find him drooling. Jesus that boy needs a bib.

"Great, just great," I mutter to myself.

"Talking to yourself again Monroe? Tut, tut," Draco whispered in my ear maliciously, sending cold shivers down my spine.

"Drackie, baby wanna help me put my robes on, or help take them off?" Pansy asked in her most seductive voice, and then proceeded to wink at him.

Little did she know she sounded more constipated than sexy. Pansy is quite the talented little pug. She can talk, this has never been achieved by any other dogs before, she can also OVER apply makeup and dress like a slut in drag, but one think she can't grasp in her podgy little hands is how to be sexy.

Draco looked at pansy in repulsion and began mumbling to himself, I decided to mimic what he had said to me earlier knowing it would really piss him off.

"Talking to yourself again, Malfoy? Tut, tut."

Draco turned his head swiftly to meet mine, though he was a good few inches taller than me, he then proceeded to give me one of his patented death glares he was known so well for.

"Ooooh, that cuts deep Draco. Invent that one all by yourself?"

I could see I had crossed a line. Suddenly, I felt a hard force push me back from my shoulders. I hit the compartment door and winced in pain as the handle dug into the small of my back. I turned my head slowly to see Draco storming down the carriage, Pansy close on his heels. I turned my head once again feeling the all too familiar gaze of Blaise. He seemed completely oblivious to the events that had just occurred, and worse of all he was still drooling!

"Can I get a wet floor sign over here please," I called out.

Imagine if some poor first year runs down this carriage and slips on Blaise's bodily fluids, god, I dread to think.

"Take a picture Blaise, it will last longer and for god's sake shut your mouth! A train might think it's a tunnel."

I felt myself being dragged backwards, and pulled into the nearest empty compartment.

"Jesus Guiseley what happened you've been gone two hours, and I saw Draco storm down the carriage he looks pretty pissed, what did you do to him this time."

I looked up into the eyes of my best friend. She had deep blue eyes that contrasted with her raven coloured curly hair.

"Erm I may have said something that may have deflated his ego, a lot."

Mia knew the only thing that could really make Malfoy lose it was one of my cutting remarks, she had known all too well the result of my last one (let's just say it involved a chicken, a toilet brush, rotten eggs and a very long piece of rope). Unfortunately for Draco the plan backfired leaving him and me on even worse terms.

"You keep pushing your luck Guiseley. I know he's an arse hole, we all do, but he's a powerful arse hole, and so is his dad. And you know what they say, the arse hole doesn't fall far from the arse and..."

I cut her off cause this was getting weird, "Ok Captain Spazoid, I get the picture."

We both began to laugh and carried on as we stepped of the train. We only stopped when Mia screamed.

"Jesus fricking hell, ahhhh!" She stumbled on her luggage that she was pushing in front of her, falling heavily on some poor un-suspecting by stander.

"gerroff, whaaaat yyyyouuu doin?" The words were muffled and slurred probably because Mia was laying flat on top of him.

"Thanks for cushioning my fall, whoever you are." She giggled as a friendly 7th year Slytherin pulled her up off the stranger.

This was no stranger I looked down into the face of a pissed off ferret.

Oh, this is not good.

"You filthy little mudblood I..."

I cut him off "What did you just call her?!"

He had made the mistake of calling her that in the second year and had been wise enough to not do it again, until now.

"What, did I stutter?" he joked to his friends looking rather pleased at his pathetic comeback.

I was now fuming. I was saving this comeback for a special occasion, but now seemed as good a time as any. I smirked at my own genius.

"As I recall Malfoy, it was you who did the stuttering when I caught you shagging pug faced Parkinson,"
I carried on, there was more, and I wanted to humiliate him totally. "I was wondering, was it because Pansy was the best, if only, you ever had? Or was it because even she realized the size of your 'equipment' is not satisfactory if you catch my drift?"

Mia was in tears of laughter behind me, I walked off feeling rather pleased with myself knowing I had paralyzed Draco without the use of my wand.

Malfoy's usually pale complexion turned bright pink as he stood there thinking through what had just happened.

(DRACO'S POV)

I'm Draco Malfoy! No one talks to me like that no matter how hot they are. Arg! What I'm saying is erm, no matter how good they think they are. Yeah, good save Draco. God, I'm good.

"She's done it this time," he whispered to himself this time aloud; turning back towards Crabbe and Goyle to resume the conversation about which girl is fitter, a very complex and trying matter for their tiny brains to comprehend.