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~ Chapter 1 ~

"Pansy!"

I hear Millicent call me from somewhere and I turned to look in four directions. And then I was being hugged and I don't even know where she came from. "Millie." I acknowledged faintly as the air in my lungs began to get scarce due to the bear hug I was suffering from. "Millicent, you are going to kill her." Said a dark, male tone I recognize as Blaise's. Millie released me and I was enveloped in yet another hug, this time, a bit looser, but just a bit. "Daph," I said, as I see the lock of blonde hair falling from the girl's head. Daphne released me and held me at arm's length, "Are you alright? You sound a bit… disconcerted." I gave her a reassuring smile. "I am, of course. I think it's just Millie's bear hug forcing all the air out of me. And besides, no reason to be, except for the fact that we're going back to school and there is no doubt that a mountain-high of homework is waiting for all of us this year." Daphne smiled and patted my cheek. "You're right. Fifth year now. Time flies even when you're not exaclty having fun, right?" She hugged me again briefly, and then let go."I'll be back, you lot." She said and gave us all a look in turn. "I just have to find Astoria."

"Ugh. Little sisters are annoying." It was Tracey Dravis, who just arrived hand in hand with the fair haired boy who haunted my dreams and waking hours.

"Draco." I said, before I could stop myself, and in less than a blink of an eye, Blaise is by my side with his arm around my waist. Draco gave me a curt nod but Tracey raised her well-trimmed eyebrows and I had to force myself to not look away.

"So nice of you to notice that I am here, too, Pansy." She said, sarcasm dripping from her silk-and-honey coated voice.

"Tracey." I said her name like it was the most unpleasant word to touch my tongue. I gave her a smile that would have done my mother proud if she were looking. Tracey immediately averted her eyes and I was glad to know that I still have this effect on people. My worth in the Slytherin House had so drastically diminished the moment people found out that it wasn't me Draco Malfoy was interested in, and Tracey, who was no one, automatically gained celebrity status the moment they started making public appearances; although if Draco would be asked, he would deny that they were dating, much to Tracey's dislike. Despite all that, I am still pretty much surrounded by friends who would kill to keep me safe. Who ever said only Hufflepuffs knew how to be loyal?

"Let's go Blaise." I turned around and walked towards the train. Blaise levitated my trunk as I entered the door and he came in after me. Millie was right behind, still shooting Tracey her signature death glare and I had to tug on her sleeve for her to finally join us inside.

"Find us a compartment, will you? I just have to report to the Head Girl."

I touched the prefect badge pinned on my chest as Blaise nodded and Millie started to move. I watched them until they were swallowed by the crowd, then I turned to walk into the prefect's quarters. I began marching mechanically with my head bowed down in deep thought. This will be the first year that Draco and I are officially not together since he and Tracey started "getting to know each other" just a week before school ended last year. Who would have thought that he would choose her over me? Even I did not see that coming. And so I kept on pondering about events I had no control over that I did not realize there were noises overhead. Suddenly, a compartment's door to my right flew open and I was knocked down by the force. For the second time that day I found myself on the floor, this time with something wet and warm coating my lips. I touched it and felt a wetness of something I knew so well, its consistency so familiar, its smell imprinted on my consciousness like inerasable ink. It was blood, gushing from my nose. There were laughter from above my head and I looked up to see, not with much surprise, a pair of ginger heads and others behind them whose hairs are not as bright. The laughter ceased when they saw my face and I gingerly tried to get on my feet.

"Parkinson, is that you?"

I did not answer as I was trying to steady my legs. They refuse to cooperate.

"Let us help you up, Parkinson."

I felt hands close around my arms as I was being lifted up to my feet as other voices spoke.

"Help her up? Come on, George, Fred. Leave her. She can take care of herself." Said an arrogant voice I knew Blaise hated so well.

"And besides, someone like her doesn't deserve help." Added another, but this voice I could not place.

"McLaggen, shut up. And you too, Dunbar." Said Fred, or George, I can't tell. The two boys behind them fell into brooding silence as the two ginger-heads looked down on me. I can't even bring myself to speak for fear that I might get some blood into my mouth.

"I'll do it Georgy; I'm gentler than you."

Do what?

"Go on then, Freddy, since you claim to be gentler."

I tried to back away but Fred, I think, took long strides and advanced. He pointed his wand on my face and I closed my eyes, dreading the worse.

"Tergeo."

I felt my face with my hand and was surprised to find it dry. I looked up at the Weasley twin who was now tucking his wand in his jean's back pocket and tried to speak, but no sound came out of my mouth.

"Come on boys, I'm sure Miss Parkinson here would want to be left alone." Said the other twin, as the one who cleaned my face turned around and hooked his arms around the other's.

"Let's go Georgy." He said. They began to walk away and I tried to walk towards them only to feel my knees give in. I fought not to sink to the floor, leaning on the wall for balance.

"Wait!" I shouted. The four of them turned but George or Fred, I don't know which, pushed the two in front of him forward and went with them, leaving me alone with the other twin.

"I…" I began lamely, but he cut me off before I could utter another word.

"Don't worry, Parkinson. You're welcome." He winked at me and I glared at him, infuriated by the thought that he thinks I would thank him. I don't owe him anything for me to offer him gratitude. They hit my nose with the door!

"I wasn't going to thank you, Weasley." I tilted my head ans assumed a dignified expression but my composure is lost and my head is aching. "What were you doing –"

He started to turn and walk away from me.

"Hey!" I yelled at his retreating figure. "HEY! You filthy blood traitor! I'm talking to you! What were you doing inside that compartment?"

He isn't stopping and I was furious. I will not be ignored.

"Come back here, Weasley! WEASLEY! I'm a PREFECT! I'm going to get your ass in detention! WEASLEY!"

I screamed as he turned and disappeared completely at the end of the corridor, then I felt a hand close around my wrist that made me wheel around in surprise only to find myself staring into the icy grey depths that I have always dreamed about.

"What are you doing shouting like a madwoman in the middle of a deserted train corridor?" He asked me, his eyes alight with amusement, his hand clamped around my wrist. I tried to free myself but he held on tighter and I narrowed my eyes into slits.

"I don't see how that's any of your business, Draco."

He sneered and let go of my hand. I took it in mine and cradled it awkwardly against my chest.

"It is my business because you haven't reported to the Head Girl yet, and we are supposed to do our rounds together."

"I told them I don't want to do my rounds with you."

"And why would you do that?" Draco took a step towards me and I instinctively took a step back. He stopped and stared at me with his arms folded upon his chest. I scoffed.

"Are you so stupid?" I asked and tried to get past him without brushing against his body but he took my wrist again and I was forced to turn around and face him. He held it so tightly I felt like it would break.

"Let me go." I met his eyes calmly and was quite proud that my voice was steady and eerily calm, but deep inside me I am wincing in pain.

"No one calls me stupid, Pansy." He whispered against my face and then he inched closer so his lips were almost brushing the skin of my right cheek."No one."

His voice was quiet but I know him well, more than he'd ever thought. I know how to play his game better than Tracey Davis ever would. I know he's furious but he would never risk lashing out in a public place; even if no one is around. I know that if I apologise he would take it as a sign of defeat and he would look down on me from that day on. So I did what I did best because they don't call me the Ice Queen for nothing. I will not submit to Draco Malfoy even if I want him so bad. If he can be cold and menacing, I can be taunting and tempting and dangerous.

"You know what they say, Draco." I said in a drawling voice, my eyes raking his whole face, making sure that I looked braver than I felt. "In every rule, there is an exception." I met his cold gaze with my own and decided to put on a mask of indifference. I will not be affected by his good looks like the swooning girls that surround him most of the time. At one point I was one of those girls, but not anymore and never again. I shook my hand from his grasp and his hands opened up. I dropped my arm, gave him a wink, and walked away.

If he thinks I'm going to sulk because he did not fancy my fabulous ass, then he's going to be sorry. I know he likes to chase women he thinks he couldn't have, that's because Draco likes to complicate things for himself. Tracey had been easy but she's a good fuck, maybe that's why he keeps her. But me? Oh, I'm going to be as elusive as a sweet dream. And I'm going to make sure he's going to want to catch me. Only, he won't.

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