Chapter Three
In Light of Current Events
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Malfoy had never been more relieved in his whole life to get out of that compartment. He waited for the two of the golden trio to leave before he took of his cloak and changed quickly into his school robes. Once off the train Malfoy started to make his way to the entrance, eager to get to the Great Hall and to have some dinner, as he had not been able to get anything from the snack cart on the train since he had to hide the whole time. But sadly fate had other plans for him, because no sooner had he reached the Great Hall than a distressed looking Pansy Parkinson came running up to him looking quit upset.
Great, he thought to himself, another useless woman to bother me. And I thought that Granger was bad enough…
"Malfoy, where were you? I saw you get on the train but when you didn't go to our compartment I was worried, are you okay?" she had walked up so close to him that he could feel her breath on his chest even through his robes. Her arm reached out and wrapped around his waist. Though annoyed Malfoy did nothing to discourage her action and instead took it in stride.
"I wanted some alone time Pansy, besides it's none of your business what I do or where I am, do you understand me? I will not be babied." When he finished talking he looked down into her eyes just in time to see a flicker of hurt cross her face.
"yes Malfoy…I understand"
"good." He said curtly, "now, I'm hungry and want to be left alone for the rest of the night, leave me." With a slight nod Pansy went into the Great Hall alone without saying goodbye or meeting his eyes. Malfoy followed soon after her. When he sat down at the Slytherine table next to Crabbe and Goyle they didn't even blink an eye or ask where he had been. They might not be the exact definition of what a friend was but they are exactly what Malfoy wanted as a friend, two numb-skulls who didn't care where he was or what he did.
Later on that night Malfoy was walking to his common room, the feast had been un-eventful. At least it wasn't to Malfoy who didn't care about the sorting ceremony in the slightest. He was passing a window seat with a satin curtain surrounding it when he heard some odd noises. He paused for a second but it was long enough to recognize who those voices belonged to. Furious he turned and whipped the curtain open. What he saw made him upset in many ways. Pansy Parkinson sat in the lap of Crabbe their lips only separating at the sudden intrusion that Malfoy posed.
"how dare you" he said coldly looking into the eyes of Pansy. He wasn't upset because he cared about her, quit the opposite actually he was upset because he cared about himself and his image.
"how dare you run around where anyone can find you with anyone other than me! Do you know how embarrassed this would have made me if anyone but myself had found you? I wont be made to look a fool Pansy"
Pansy looked back at him, a twinge of fear in her eyes.
"Malfoy, it's not like that" but she was cut off mid sentence.
"Oh save it Parkinson, we're through. If either of you speak a word of this to anyone, and I will know, you will regret it, I promise." He finished heatedly. The pair of them nodded feverishly at him.
"And another thing, you two are not aloud to consort in the public eye, it would be just as embarrassing, do you understand me?" once again they nodded.
"good then" and with that he left them looking stunned and frightened. That night Malfoy had trouble falling to sleep but in light of current events, this was understandable in the fullest.