*Third person p.o.v*

Here's another chapter in Draco's pov, because I felt like it.

"Hey," Draco send both Pansy and Blaise a small smile as he sat down, and quickly began pouring food on his plate.

Pansy and Blaise shared a knowing look.

"Hi." Pansy smiled questioningly at him, "Did we miss something or..?" She asked, and Draco looked down at his plate, not being able to hide the grin that spread on his face.

"I slept in Potter's bed," Draco actually couldn't keep the giddy tone out of his voice. It almost hurt his soul that he couldn't keep up with his hard facade when it came to Potter.

"How did that happen?" Asked Blaise with raised eyebrows.

Draco smirked at him, "He asked me to. Kind of."

Blaise caught onto the cocky tone, "And what is it you are implying?" Blaise looked like he already knew what Draco was going to say next.

Draco shrugged, "Just.. Apparently the hand job deal also applies to me,"

Draco couldn't suppress the way his smirk widened as Blaise started laughing. "Oh, Merlin." Blaise laughed. "That's bloody fantastic."

"I know," Said Draco proudly.

The amusement was cut short though, when Draco looked at Pansy, who looked rather thoughtful. Draco doubted if she'd even heard what they were talking about for second.

When Pansy looked at him, it didn't go unnoticed by Draco how she looked slightly troubled. "What?"

Pansy opened her mouth, but then closed it again. Blaise's laughter trailed off as Pansy seemed to struggle to figure out what to say. "Draco.. Are you sure you've thought this through?"

Draco's smile faded slightly, "What do you mean?"

Blaise turned to her as well, looking equally as confused as Draco as to why she was suddenly so serious.

"..It's just.. Well, you.. You know.. And.. I'm just.. Are you sure you won't get hurt?"

There was no sign of amusement in Draco's tone or on his face anymore. "What do you mean?"

Pansy was very careful with her wording, it was obvious she didn't want Draco to be upset with her because of what she was about to say. "I'm just thinking that.. He's.. He's not.. It's just— I know how you feel."

Draco rolled his eyes and used his fork to poke at the food on his plate. "It's whatever." He said, trying not to be too annoyed with Pansy for ruining both his and Blaise's mood.

Pansy sighed, "Draco, your feelings aren't whatever. I know how—"

"You don't know anything." Draco snapped, and Pansy blinked rapidly before frowning.

She leaned further backwards, her gaze shifting to her hands, which were resting in her lap.

Draco only continued to play with the food on his plate.

Blaise looked between them, and cleared his throat at the tension.

"..Uh.. Right, speaking of Potter. Ready to go to Hogsmeade today? They have that dress in Gladrags, that you want, remember?" Blaise spoke to Pansy, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

Pansy gave him a weak smile. "Yeah,"

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Later, Pansy, Blaise, Draco and Potter found themselves in Hogsmeade, in Honeydukes.

It was Potter's request, and even though both Blaise and Draco had complained, Pansy had forced them to go in.

After all, they had asked Potter to go, so the least they could do was let him do as he liked.

Blaise placed a box of exploding bonbons he'd previously been holding and checking out, back on the shelf, and was now looking at Draco with an amused smile on his face.

"What?" Asked Draco sharply, almost rolling his eyes at the look on his face.

"Nothing, just.." Blaise trailed off, nodding his head at behind Draco. "Looks like your boyfriends being stolen."

Draco couldn't possibly have turned around faster, and the absolute anger he felt almost made him punch Blaise, who was laughing at the way he'd whipped around so fast, because not more than 5 feet away from them was Potter.

He looked flushed — Draco quickly decided that he absolutely hated it when Potter looked like that when it wasn't Draco that had caused it —And was licking his lips nervously.

A girl, one Draco was almost entirely sure was named Padma or something along the lines, (who was the store manager here, which Draco found extremely unprofessional when she was clearly flirting with a customer!) was touching Potter's shoulder, laughing sweetly as if he was saying something really funny.

Potter wasn't that funny. Draco practically lived with him so he should know.

Draco clenched his fists, trying to remain calm as Potter just stood there, letting it happen.

Letting her touch him, letting her laugh, letting her be within two feet of him.

"Draco, as much as it really hurts for me to say and and hurts for you to hear, he's not really your boyfriend. You know that, right?"

Draco could've killed Blaise.

"You have no reason to be upset— Draco—"

Draco had to force himself away from Blaise, his jaw clenched and mere seconds away from turning around and hitting him with the killing curse, unapologetically.

Pansy suddenly stepped in front of him on his way out of the store, "Hey, Draco— Easy there. What's wrong?"

Draco stared at her. Trying to seem and remain calm. "..Potter's flirting with some girl."

Pansy took that way more seriously than Blaise did, looking over his shoulder, and raising an eyebrow.

Draco watched the way she grimaced, "It looks like he isn't interested to me." She said, and Draco looked at the two in question again.

"Really?" He asked all but hopefully, as he watched Potter blink repeatedly at something Padma said.

"Can't you see it? It's all in their body language. See, he's moving away from her, and she's moving closer." Pansy eyed the couple. "See? He's not interested." She repeated as Potter took an obvious step backwards, trying to pull it off by smiling awkwardly at her.

Draco's hands relaxed. "Then why isn't he doing anything?" He tried not to sound upset, because, merlin it would be embarrassing to be upset about something such as this. Draco definitely wasn't.

Pansy scrunched up her nose. "Because he's awkward. Potter is just awfully awkward."

Draco decided not to comment on that even though he felt a slight need to do so, but watched as Blaise walked over to Potter and the girl.

Blaise said something that made Potter blush an awful lot, and Draco furrowed his eyebrows.

Padma looked as if lost for words as Blaise placed a hand on Potter's back, leading him towards Pansy and Draco.

Potter didn't look up as they walked over, as if not wanting to meet Draco's gaze suddenly, and Draco crossed his arms.

"Had a nice chat with the pretty girl did we, Potter?" Said Draco, not being able to stop himself.

Pansy placed a warning hand on Draco's side, but he ignored it.

Potter finally looked up at him, glaring. "You're just so—"

"Let's not start this." Said Pansy quickly, "What'd you say to her?" Pansy looked from Potter to Blaise, trying to advert the conversation away from Draco's obvious jealousy.

"I told her that Potter wasn't into her." Blaise shrugged as Draco glared at the hand that was still resting on Potter's back. "Told her that Potter was into someone else."

Once again, Potter's face flushed, and Draco just couldn't stop staring at him.

Draco hoped, no, he prayed it wasn't because they were talking about the interaction with the girl again.

"Right, well let's get going."

Draco continued to stare at Potter, who's gaze was lingering on the floor, and Pansy tugged on his shirt. "Right, Draco?"

"Hm?" Draco looked down at Pansy beside him.

"We're going." Said Pansy distinctly, and guided Draco out of the store, forcing him to turn his back to Potter.

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Later, they'd been in Gladrags wizard wear, Pansy having brought the dress she'd been talking about for weeks, as Potter, Blaise and Draco were waiting, roaming around the shop.

When Pansy had made the purchase, and showed it to the others, Potter had told her that it 'looked nice' and Draco wondered if Potter was just in the mood for pissing him off today, as Blaise nudged Potter in the side playfully.

"Fancy a butterbeer?" Asked Blaise with a grin on his face, both Potter and Pansy nodding.

Draco didn't say nor do anything, and ended up just following Pansy who found a table in the far back.

"Draco, sit beside me." Said Pansy quickly, when Draco was about to sit opposite her.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Okay?"

He sat beside her, Blaise sitting opposite Pansy and Potter opposite Draco.

Draco quickly turned to her, glaring, when he realized that sitting next to her was forcing him to look at Potter. Draco couldn't help but notice the annoyed look Potter was already sending him.

"Can I take your order?" A women came up to the table, not looking exactly pleasant. She tabbed her pencil almost impatiently on her notepad.

"4 Butterbeers." Said Draco, leaning further back into his chair.

Potter's gaze lingered on him, with narrowed eyes. "Please." Finished Potter off.

Draco's jaw clenched but he didn't look at him.

Potter suddenly kicked his shin, and Draco yelped, pulling his legs to his chair. "What was that for?"

"Run while you can." Said Blaise to the waitress jokingly, but she only stared and then turned on her heel.

Blaise looked at Pansy, "Not the joker then, I take it." And Pansy snorted.

"You have no manners." Said Potter harshly, and Draco narrowed his eyes at him.

"I don't need to have manners. She's supposed to serve me." Said Draco as a matter-of-factly, the challenging tone in his voice obvious.

Potter looked at him with a look that could kill, and ended up sliding slightly down his chair so he could hit Draco's shin with a kick yet again.

"Potter— You—" Draco was about to move his chair further to the side so Potter wasn't able to reach him, but Pansy placed a hand on his chest.

"Stop it. Both of you." She said, a stern look on her face. "I don't want to be like Granger."

Potter looked at Draco, suddenly having wide eyes, but ended up flushing and frowning.

Pansy's hand left him, "And Draco you can still be civil even if Potter's here."

That seemed to have caught Potter's attention, "What?"

Draco all but imagined just getting up and leaving as Pansy continued, "Oh, Draco does usually say 'please' but after you and—"

"Shut up, Pansy." Said Draco through gritted teeth. Everyone was just getting on his nerves today.

Draco then looked at Potter, expecting him to be glaring spitefully at him, but Draco couldn't bring himself to be as angry when Potter wasn't glaring, but instead wore a curious look. Potter's eyes somehow looked even more green behind his glasses in this lighting, Draco noted.

The waitress came back over a few moments later, Potter and Draco having refused to talk as Pansy and Blaise made conversation.

Draco awkwardly shifted in his seat as the waitress placed his butterbeer in front of him. He noticed the way Potter was looking at him. "..Thank you." Draco's voice was low.

Potter looked at Pansy, and then Blaise, a questioning look in his eyes.

Blaise shrugged and Pansy merely smiled.

* * * * * *

When they got back from Hogsmeade, Potter made it really clear that he had found it absolutely tortures to be with Pansy, Blaise and Draco.

They'd reached Hogwarts, and was walking down the corridor, when Weasley and Granger had rounded the corner.

Potter was quickly engulfed in a hug by the mudblood, followed by Potter throwing himself into the arms of Weasley.

Potter kept rambling on about how much he missed them, missed playing chess with Weasley, and missed talking to Granger or something along the lines, Draco couldn't care less.

He continued walking, only giving Weasley a sneer as he passed them, seeing as Granger had her back to him.

Pansy and Blaise followed Draco, and when Pansy looked back, she ended up saying; "Potter's walking with them."

"Whatever. That's his problem. Let's see if he can get in the Slytherin portrait tonight then." Said Draco bitterly, staring straight ahead.

Pansy placed a hand on his arm, which Draco quickly shook off, but Pansy was stubborn and did it again. "Draco— He obviously misses his friends. Don't you see? When I mentioned Granger today, his entire demeanor changed."

"Well, maybe he's got a small crush on her." Draco spoke through gritted teeth, walking faster.

"Would you stop that?!" Pansy tightened her grip on his arm and forced him to stop walking. "You're jealous. And you've been jealous ever since you saw him with that girl in the store today." Said Pansy sharply, Draco scoffing and looking to the side.

"Jealousy is not a good look on you, mate." Said Blaise then, and Draco rolled his eyes.

"I don't care what's a good look on me. And i'm not jealous. I just can't stand him—"

"Oh, please! If there's anyone you can stand it's Potter." Said Pansy, and Draco couldn't stop himself from agreeing with her in his head. "Maybe if you weren't such a jerk all the time, and don't you dare say that you aren't, because you are. And that's just because you're so pissed by the fact that you're so obviously crazy about Potter and—"

"Pansy—"

"And." Said Pansy sharply, "If you weren't acting like such an idiot, maybe Potter would be able to look at you without thinking you are a complete imbecile!" 

Draco was glaring at her. "Stay out of it." He had to bite his own cheek to not insult her. "You have no fucking idea what you're talking about."

"You know that's not true, Draco." Said Pansy calmly.

Pansy was insufferable.

When Draco didn't answer right away, she let go of his arm. "You do know not everyone's as patient as us and will deal with that attitude of yours, right? Not even Potter."

"I don't care." Said Draco distinctly, and the look Pansy send him only made him further angry.

When Pansy opened her mouth to say something again, Draco merely just waved her off, and resumed walking down the corridor, ignoring Blaise calling for him.

..He hated Potter for making him feel this way.

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