A/N: Chapter 3! Let me know what you think! (Maley, you know I'd lost with out your skills)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the characters belong to JKR.
Draco was standing at the entrance to his Common Room, searching for the boy who had sped off after accusing him of fancying a Gryffindor.
He looked past the rows of black leather arm chairs lined up in the center of the dark, stone room, past the first years huddled in the corner trying to figure out how to get rid of the pustules appearing all over there bodies, looks like they annoyed the wrong person, Draco thought.
He finally found who he was looking for. Sitting in front of the fireplace just outside the door to the boys dormitories, sat Blaise. As Draco drew nearer, he realized that Blaise was not alone.
Joining Blaise in the circle of squared furniture was Draco's other two closest housemates, Crabbe and Goyle. And sitting on the small love seat directly in front of Blaise was someone Draco had no desire to see right then, Pansy Parkinson.
He and Pansy had a fling in their sixth year, but Draco always saw her as more of sex toy then anything else. He thought she was rather ugly, and reminded him much of one of those Muggle dogs with the squishy faces and big bug eyes.
Draco walked up behind where Blaise sat and noticed that they were all laughing. Damn, he's told them, Draco thought.
He swallowed hard, and said, "What's so funny?" in what he hoped was a nonchalant sort of way.
At realizing Draco had joined them, Pansy moved over in her chair and beckoned Draco to come sit next to her.
Ignoring the obvious gestures Pansy was giving him, the fair haired Slytherin decided to stay right where he was.
Blaise explained to Draco that Theodore Nott, a fellow Slytherin seventh year, caused commotion in Professor McGonagall class when he turned his wooden spoon into a Muggle pellet gun instead of the goblet the class was instructed to produce.
"She had no idea what he did and was completely baffled when tiny balls started hitting all of the Gryffindors in the room, including her!" Blaise finished and the group burst out in laughter once more.
Draco didn't particularly like Nott, but he had to admit that the boy was clever.
Draco released a tiny sigh of relief that Blaise had not told everyone what had happened on the way back from Professor Snape's classroom.
At that moment Blaise looked at Draco and let slip a mischievous smirk that rivaled his own trademark one.
"Relieved are you, Drake?" Blaise was speaking in hushed tones but the Common Room was quiet enough that he was still considerable audible to the rest of the group.
Draco just glared at Blaise, he's too smart for his own good.
"Relieved about what?" asked Pansy.
"Oh, Draco was just worried we were laughing about him and the She-Weasel," Blaise said keeping his eyes firmly on the scowling boy standing to his right.
"You still hung up on her Malfoy?" laughed Gregory Goyle giving an elbow in the ribs to Vincent Crabbe who was sharing the coach with him.
Was everyone going insane all of the sudden? For the second time in one night, Draco had to pick his jaw up off the floor.
With a loud whimper, Pansy shot up, crossed her arms and stormed away from the fireplace, muttering something Draco thought sounded like "stupid slut." Well, at least that got her to leave. But that small amusement he got from Pansy little temper tantrum disappeared when he noticed his friends doubling over in laughter.
"Shut up! I DON'T like the stupid girl, alright? I enjoy making her, and every one of those stupid Gryffindor gits', lives miserable, that's it! So just drop it!" Draco was furious.
"And you," Draco added glaring at Blaise, "you're the one who said you wanted to shag her, not me!"
Blaise flashed his notorious grin. "I merely noted that she looked like she would be fun to go a couple rounds with. I like girls with a little spice!"
"She's the perfect size to throw around. Mind if I have a go at her when you're done Malfoy?" said Goyle with a horny grin on his pudgy face.
"Fuck off Goyle!" Draco barked, "And that goes double for you, you git!" he added with a look of hatred at his best friend.
Blaise, however, smiled at him as he rose from his seat, and padded him on the shoulder, and said, "It's not like she'll ever go for us anyway, mate. I think she's more into whiny do-gooders." He winked at Draco and got up from his chair and left the room.
Draco was up most of the night. Why had he gotten so mad? Why had he got so defensive?
He hated letting people see his emotions. His father had instilled in him from an early age that showing any emotions was a sign of weakness, and Malfoy's were any but weak.
He also thought about Blaise's final words, it's not like she'll ever go for us anyway. What did he mean by that? He had no desire to be with a Gryffindor, but if he did, he was positive he could have any one of them he wanted.
Draco was well aware of his reputation as the Slytherin Sex God, and he had spent much time over the last few years making sure that reputation stayed in tact. No girl had ever turned him down and he had been with a lot girls.
Draco sat thinking about this for a moment. Blaise was only being a git to Draco to amuse himself. Draco knew that was his personality but still…
I'll show him, he thought, Draco Malfoy can get any girl he wants, including Potter's girlfriend.