Disclaimers and warnings same as chapter 1

Edited: 31/03/2008

A short interlude featuring Draco. I hadn't originally intended on writing this bit but I felt it was needed to help the story progress. A big Thank you to all of my readers and reviewers.

Hissy Fit

Draco flew down the corridor after a hysterical Pansy. His robes whipped about his ankles with the speed of his movement and a continuous string of muttered curses fell from his lips as he closed the gap between himself and the wailing Slytherin girl.

"Pansy!" He shouted angrily, getting tired of having to chase her. He wasn't even entirely sure why he was, she was upset but that was her problem and by following her wasn't he simply doing exactly want she wanted him to? Why did he care what she thought? okay so he had taken her to the Yule Ball last year and since then everyone seemed to assume that she was his girlfriend but he hadn't thought she believed that too.

She turned to glare angrily at him; the tears still falling thick and fast down her pale cheeks, "Fuck you Draco!" Pansy shrieked before turning her back on him and stalking down the corridor once more.

Draco narrowed his eyes and snarled as Pansy insulted him, how dare she! Hissing with rage he stepped forward, taking broad strides to close the distance between them, he would not let her run away from him again. There was no way he would spend the rest of the journey chasing her up and down the damn train trying to get her to listen to him. Reaching out Draco grabbed Pansy roughly by the arm and dragged her around to face him. Gripping her with bruising force he lent forward and hissed into her face, "What the fuck is your problem Pansy?"

Pansy's eyes widened with fear as she met his cold gaze and Draco felt a pang of disgust at the pathetic picture she made. "Let me go, you're hurting me." She whined in a small voice, trying uselessly to wrench her arm from his grip.

Sneering he shoved her away from him with such force that she fell hard into the wall of the train where she slid, shaking and sobbing, to the floor. Draco turned away putting his back to the pitiful wretch that was crumpled behind him, trying desperately to swallow his rage.

"You disgust me Draco Malfoy." He heard her mutter, her words more confident as his back was turned, "Not only do I find you kissing some other girl but then you go and hurt me even more by physically attacking me." Draco scowled at the wall trying desperately not to lose control as she demeaned him. "You're a pathetic excuse for a man." Pansy taunted her voice still thick with tears but gaining more force behind her convictions.

"Don't push me Pansy." Draco spat, digging his nails into his palms as he fought with the urge to lash out.

"Or what?" She bit back, sounding far braver than she felt as she pushed herself up off of the floor and away from the wall. "Who is your cheap floozy anyway? I've never seen her before. Don't tell me your standards are slipping." She crooned silkily reminding Draco of exactly why everyone assumed that they were together. Both Slytherin's, both from well-bred pureblood families, it was just naturally expected.

Draco sneered, slipping standards? Rayne was far worthier of his attentions than the pathetic excuse for a witch before him. "Slipping standards?" He said aloud, looking back towards her and raising his eyebrows, allowing an evil laugh to escape his lips. "I could hardly sink any lower than you Pansy save falling for a dirty little Mudblood!" He spat viciously, delighting at the look of horror that spread over her face.

Pansy's mouth gaped in shock and she stood in a stunned silence for a few seconds before seeming to suddenly regain control of her body. Shrieking she launched herself towards Draco, lashing out at him with slaps and scratches. A sharp nail raked across his pale cheek drawing blood that ran in a crimson trail down his flawless skin.

Draco flinched as she flew at him and hissed as he felt her draw blood. With quick reflexes he shot out a hand and grabbed her wrists in mid swing as she made to slap him again. Squeezing hard he made Pansy gasp in pain, then in horror as she saw Draco start to raise his hand. She had pushed him too far and he could think of nothing more satisfying than forcing her to shut her mouth.

"N-no Draco d-don't hit me p-please." Pansy stammered pathetically. Was she actually begging? Draco shoved her away from him in disgust and smirked wickedly as she fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

"Now listen to me Pansy." He said towering over her, "What I do is none of your business. You are not my girlfriend and you never were no matter what you or anyone else may think. You disgust me and if I were you I'd stay the fuck away from me this year." With that he turned and stalked away down the corridor, leaving Pansy to wail in a crumpled and dishevelled heap on the train floor.

Face like thunder Draco walked angrily back through the carriages, eyes flaming with fury, just so long as he didn't run in to…

"Potter," he muttered scathingly as he stepped through a door and came face to face with the horribly unkempt so called Boy Who Lived, Just what Draco needed to top off his day.

To his horror Potter smirked as he noticed the cut and fresh blood that marred Draco's perfect skin, "What's this Malfoy all alone? You Crabb and Goyle had a lovers tiff?" Potter laughed as Draco fumed.

Furiously Draco dug his hands into the pockets of his robes in search of his wand but found nothing, "Shit," Draco quietly cursed, Rayne still had his wand. Resigned he fixed Dumbledore's pet with a frosty glare and said simply, "Get out of my way Potter."

He laughed at Draco, "What's the matter Malfoy not so brave without your two cronies? No more snide remarks to make? You do surprise me." Harry said sardonically.

"I said get the fuck out of my way Potter. I have better things to do than stand here and trade insults with a pathetic waste of space like you." Draco repeated in a viciously calm voice, making to push his way past the infuriating Gryffindor, there was nothing he could do without his wand.

As he passed Draco felt Harry press his wand into his ribs. He sighed and rolled his eyes; Draco was beginning to get very sick of this. "What on earth do you think you're doing Potter?" Draco spat, "Unwise to pick a fight don't you think, unless you want me to tell everybody your dirty little four legged secret."

Draco smirked as Potters face began flush red, fighting with the desire to curse Draco into the next country. When he didn't move Draco stepped away and carried on down the corridor, heading back to the compartment where he had left Rayne. He needed to get his wand back before anybody else tried to attack him.

Feeling physically drained by the time he reached the right compartment Draco slipped inside and dropped himself heavily into the nearest seat.