Chapter 5

Sapna was no fool. Did he think she wouldn't notice how women looked at him? Most had longing in their eyes, but some had hate. She'd heard all the rumors. No one cared enough to whisper. Yesterday he had fired another secretary; the third one this month. She could only assume he had fucked Trudy and no longer had an interest. Honestly, Sapna didn't care. That was just sex. Draco could fuck whoever he wanted; as long as he married her.

She was different from them. She had class. She had a name that rivaled his own, but more than that... He needed her. Well, maybe not so much her, but her money and her name, but that didn't matter. He still needed her. She wasn't so innocent herself. She had many lovers too, but she was more discrete than he was. She didn't flaunt it... but maybe tonight she would give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Draco?"

He didn't look up from the paper he was reading, "Yes, Nana?"

"Can we go out tonight?"

He sighed, "I'm tired."

"You're always tired," she pouted.

"Yes, I am."

"Fine. You can stay in." She walked over to the phone, "I'm gonna call Pansy."

Draco nodded. You do that.

The fireplace roared to life as a dolled up Pansy Parkinson walked out.

"Hey Drake."

He got up and hugged his oldest friend, "Sorry Pans."

She smiled knowingly at him, "Not a deal big Drake. I wasn't doing anything."

He smiled back and gestured to the staircase, "It went to get ready."

She laughed, "It is your fiancee.'" He patted the seat next to his. She sat down and looked at him. This was the same self-centered boy she chased all through out her youth? He had grown into a handsome man; a caring and giving man, but tonight he looked tired.

They were all tired, but she knew that life had been particulary hard on him. His soul had been dragged through too many sleepless nights; a war no one had any control over. A war that no one really won.

She reached for his hand, "Wanna talk about it?" she whispered.

"No. Not really."

She nodded, "If you ever want to.."

He stroked her hand, "What would I do without you.. ."

She teased, "Your best friend. Say it."

He chuckled and nodded, "My best friend. What would I do without you, my best friend."

She smiled, "Who would have ever thought," she pointed to him, "Draco Malfoy would one day get on his knees and apologise," she brought his hand to her chest, "to Pansy Parkinson for all the fucked up things he'd ever done."

"And who would have ever thought that she would forgive him."

She playfully slapped his chest, "A moment of weakness."

He brought her hands to his cheeks, "Pans, what am I doing?"

She looked out the window, "Trying to stay alive. That's all everyone has been doing since..."

"Am I though? Living, I mean."

She squeezed his hand, "You're doing the best you can. We all are."

He took another sip of his half empty glass of whiskey, "Why didn't I just marry you?"

She laughed, "As if. We were just kids. I was a stupid girl, chasing a stupider boy."

"And now you're a smart and beautiful woman dating the stupidest boy alive," he chuckled.

"Ready!" Sapna screeched as she catwalked into the room. "Oh Pansy! You look hot! We're gonna have so much fun." She turned to Draco, "Dont wait up. We'll be late."

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The club was top notch. Drinks were pouring in every direction. The men were handsome and rich. Barely dressed women were dancing everywhere.

"Oh Pansy, this was a great idea. I feel so alive."

Pansy nodded, getting lost in the music.

"Pansy, is that Blaise Zambini?"

She looked over to where Sapna was pointing. Handsome as ever, he stood in the corner. She smiled. His dark eyes shined bright, even in the darkness of the room. Blaise Zambini in the flesh. Time had been good to him. He was no longer the skinny boy she remembered. He was lean and built, but she missed that boy that never said too much. She missed the boy that she respected more than any other Slytherin; the Blaise who consoled her broken heart. The Blaise who told her Malfoy didn't deserve her.

She waved to him.

He nodded.

"Do you know him?"

"We went to school together," Pansy replied.

Sapna screeched, "Oh Pansy, you have to introdrouce me. I have to meet him." She dragged Pansy to where he was standing.

"Parkinson," Blaise cooed.

"Zambini," she blushed.

"You look good," he eyed her up and down.

"You don't look so bad yourself."

"How's the family?"

"Good. Everyone's fine. How's your mom?"

He snorted, "On husband number 12 now. I'm sure she would love to see you. You should visit... Or does switching sides not permit that?"

She smirked, a true Slytherin smirk, "Just because I'm dating the chosen one, doesn't mean I'm not still a Slytherin."

He laughed, "Doesn't it? As I recall, you once told me that Malf-"

Pansy interrupted him, "-This is Sapna. Draco's fiancée."

Blaise assessed the other woman before bowing and kissing her hand, "A pleasure."

She swooned, "The pleasure is all mine. You really are handsome. I mean I've seen you in the papers, but they really don't do you any justice."

Blaise smiled, thinking this was too easy, "Don't believe everything you read, there is more to me than this pretty face."

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Draco sighed, she still hadn't called back. His patience was tethering. He spun the magazine cover in circles on his desk. Stupid girl. Stupid stubborn girl. Stupid stubborn...muggle?

"So, I picked up this month's Glamour Girl, nice cover by the way, and it got me thinking... I know what you look like. Do you know what I look like? You probably do. I mean if you really wanted to find out, it wouldn't be hard. Let's try this: Iet me tell you about me and I shall ask you questions about you. You know, so we can get to know each other better.

I know what Gringotts is. How do you?

I have an account there. Do you?

I am a wizard. Are you a witch?"

Click.

Hermione was once again staring at her phone. What? The Fuck? Was? That? She paced around her living room. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? So many years... It had taken her so many years to get over him and here he was. Damn him. He wanted her to sing... for him? No, he wanted her to sing for them. Him and that skank. She threw her phone into the fire. A smile crept over her face as she watched it melt. Try contacting me now. Bastard.