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A/N: I finally got another story out and hopefully it's good. :Sighs and glares at her other stupid stories: Chapter is now corrected to the best of it's ability at the moment. I'm working on the others.

Draco Malfoy sighed with boredom as he watched his girlfriend Pansy Parkinson pick out another stupid dress. Why couldn't they ever do what he wanted to do like play Quidditch or something of that sort? Why do they always have to go shopping?

"What about this one Dracie?" Pansy asked, holding up a horrible bright pink satin sundress.

Draco winced at the nickname. "Whatever." He replied in a cold detached tone barely glancing at the dress in her hand.

Pansy stuck her bottom lip out and whined. "You're not having fun." She stated.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm not! I hate shopping and I've told you that over a million times but you still insist on doing this blasted thing." He glared at her.

She tossed the dress aside and walked to him seductively and snaked her arms around him. "We could go back to my place." She hinted.

Draco snorted, "Please." He muttered then pushed her away causing her to fall to the floor.

Pansy pouted again.

"It's a wonder how you keep any woman at all." Ginny Weasley muttered to herself as she began rummaging through some dresses on the rack not far from where the couple was standing (In pansy's case sitting on the ground). "Of course then it seems all the women you choose don't have a brain."

He glanced over in her direction. "I don't remember asking your stupid opinion Weasley."

Ginny looked at the fallen Pansy, then continued as if Draco hadn't spoken. "Wait..." She paused for a moment. "Look who we're talking about. You could probably beat her and she would crawl back on her hands and knees saying how much of her fault it was, so you wouldn't leave her." She looked at the couple disgusted. "It's rather pathetic really." She went back to sorting through the rack.

Draco stared at her with a slight hint of amusement touching his eyes. He wouldn't doubt what she said was true but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. "You're just upset because Potter's barely given you the time of day; so now you thought you would seek me out."

Ginny laughed so hard she had to hold her stomach, which infuriated Draco more. "I bet you'd like that wouldn't you." She said straightening herself up. "Sorry to inform you but this girl doesn't bow to anyone's feet and that includes slimy-cheating-ferrets."

Draco growled and pulled out his wand.

Pansy fumbled as she tried to pull hers out to mimic Draco.

Ginny laughed again. "You two really are one hilarious pair. Did you teach her to do that Malfoy?" She leaned against the rack for support. "This is much more comic then going to a play."

Pansy, finally seeing that they had been offended, walked up to Ginny and put her wand to her throat. "You'd better stop picking on my Dracie or I'll hex you."

"Ohhh I'm so scared." Replied Ginny as she turned her attention to Draco. "Dracie is it? Whatever floats your boat." Ginny snuffled a giggle as she continued to ignore Pansy's wand at her throat thinking of it as a non-threat.

"That's it!" Pansy raised her wand, but before she could even think about it, Ginny sent her flying backwards her wand out of her hand disarming her.

"Let's go." Draco mumbled as he grabbed Pansy by the collar of her robes and started to drag her down the street, while hearing Ginny's giggles which made him angrier with himself and Pansy.

(Scene Change)

Pansy watched as Draco paced the room for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. She pouted; it's not her fault that Weasley made fun of them. "You're making me dizzy." She complained and closed her eyes.

Draco glared at her, still not speaking, he ignored what she said and continued to pace. This is all her fault. His mind and pride refusing to allow the blame to be his. He couldn't believe Weasley had won that round; sure he knew there would be another chance, they had seemed to be bumping into each other a lot lately; but still.

Thinking about bumping into her a lot lately, why was that? Almost every time they had gone out, they ran in to Weasley. Was she stalking him? Was she trying to get back at him for every mean thing he had done to her and Potter's friends at Hogwarts?

He frowned as he thought about how horribly that had gone. He didn't have any of his usual comebacks. It didn't help that it seemed Weasley was laughing non-stop which made him want to hit something. He couldn't concentrate on what to say back to her. That had actually never happened to him before.

"Did you hear me? You're making me dizzy." Pansy said impatiently, opening her eyes once again to watch Draco.

"Oh I'm sorry, didn't I mention that I don't bloody care!" Draco growled turning around to face her. "This is all your fault!" He yelled.

She looked at him stumped. "My fault? I didn't do anything. I was trying to defend you Dracie." She pouted again and cast her eyes to the floor. "Weasley is the one who made a fool of us not me."

"You of course..." He rolled his eyes annoyingly. "Had to blurt out that bloody irritating pet name you gave me. I have no idea where the hell you got it from." He said crossly pointing angrily at her.

Pansy began to sulk. "I like it. It's better then your normal name." She muttered.

Draco shut his eyes momentarily and used his fingers to massage his forehead like he had a headache. "I hate it!" He snapped. "We're Slytherin not Gryffindor. Why the hell do you feel the need to call me something stupid."

Pansy directed her eyes downward. "I don't know it just made me feel like we were more, you know, together instead of just being friends." She sighed and stood up then grabbed his arm to stop him from continually moving. "But if you really don't like it, I'll stop just promise me we'll still be together."

He grabbed her hand and caressed it. "No I don't like it."

She brought her other hand up to Draco's handsome face. "I'll stop saying it as long as you promise. Do you promise?" She looked at him hopefully.

"Sure whatever." He just wanted to make her shut up, her and her nagging voice were making his head hurt. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "What would you like to now?" He asked letting go of her hand and walking over to the window to look out at the grounds of Malfoy Manor.

"Shop..." She trailed off when she noticed the murderous look on his face.

"If you finish that sentence I will strangle you." The emotions in his eyes told her he would do it too.

"o...k ummm-" She sat down in a chair next to a desk. She put her head in her hands like it helped her to think.

They both looked up when there was a knock on the door. Draco muttered, "Come in" and turned around to face whomever it was.

Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother walked in wearing a flowing midnight gown made of silk. "Well how do I look?" She twirled around and looked at her son expectantly.

Draco gave a real smile, the one that he only reserved for her. He walked to her, took her hands in his and kissed both of her cheeks. "Radiant." He murmured.

She giggled like a schoolgirl. "You little charmer." She hit him playfully in the arm.

"You look beautiful Mrs. Malfoy." Pansy said, as she strutted over to where they were standing keeping a little bit of a distance.

Narcissa looked at Pansy as if noticing she were in the room for the first time. "Oh. You're here are you?" She asked with a hint of disgust in her tone. She stared at Pansy like she was a disease. She had never liked the girl. Did she think that she was good enough for her son? She laughed at the thought. Draco could have any woman in the world; yet he chose to hang out with this sort of trash. Sometimes she never got what her son was thinking.

Pansy gritted her teeth, but gave a polite smile, when she saw Draco glare at her as a warning. "Of course." A small price to pay for being with Draco was dealing with his overly critical mother. Narcissa thought that her son was too good for any girl.

Narcissa turned away from Pansy to face her son. "Are you going to get ready?"

"Ready? Ready for what?" Draco asked out loud, clueless. He knew he had forgotten something he was supposed to be doing.

"The Ministry Ball my dear boy. I told you about it this morning, the Minister sent us a letter personally." She said quickly, trying to contain her excitement. Ever since Lucius had been sent to Azkaban she rarely went out to mingle with other wizards and witches. It would be nice to see what everyone was doing.

Draco groaned inwardly. The Ministry Ball, how could he have forgotten? He had been hoping to wiggle his way out of it. But by examining what time it was on his watch it was a little too late to be trying that now. He smiled at his mother. "I'll be ready in 15 minutes."

Narcissa, taking her eyes off her son to look at his tramp, asked. "Is she coming with you?" acting as if Pansy wasn't in the room.

"Yes" Answered Draco as he made his way out of the room, the two women following him.

"Well just make sure that it wears something nice; and not her usual sluttish clothes, I don't want it to come back on us." Narcissa said as she turned at the next hall.

Pansy huffed insulted and was going to say something back when she realized it wouldn't be a good idea with Draco standing there. "Did you hear that?" She asked disbelievingly. "You're mother called me a slut!"

"I'm surprised you caught on so quickly." Draco smirked, thinking about how Weasley insulted her earlier; and she stood there looking dense.

"What's that suppose to mean!" She shrieked.

Draco brushed it off. "Never mind." Was all he said.

"Do you have something for me to wear?" She asked changing the subject.

"There are some of my mother's old clothes this way." Draco said, leading her into a dimly lit room on the other side of the mansion.

"Will they fit me?" Pansy questioned with a trace of malice in her voice.

Draco whirled around. "That better not be an insult Pansy; because that's my mother we're talking about." He said dangerously.

Pansy quickly thought of a way to rephrase what she had said. "What I meant was, I'm really skinny and a lot of people's clothes don't fit me." She muttered.

Draco glanced at her body, she was really skinny; but he still thought she was covering up for what she had said. "Yes they'll fit you, it's her old outfits she grew out of when she was a teenager."

"And they haven't fallen apart?" Pansy stared at him surprised.

Draco growled and gave her another warning look telling her she was pushing her luck. "Look through here." He pointed to a closet as he leaned against the chamber door. "Don't take too long, I have no patience for waiting. I'll be here in 10 minutes." He quickly turned away, his cloak brushing against the floor as he walked.

Pansy sighed and got started.

(Scene Change)

Draco groaned inwardly; he had hoped that since his father was gone he wouldn't have to do party's and banquets, but here he was walking into the Ball room with his mother, on one arm and Pansy attached to the other; both of them glaring daggers at each other. When were they just going to get along?

Narcissa came to a halt stopping Draco and Pansy. "This is where I will leave you; I must mingle." She giggled, and pulled Draco down to her height to kiss his cheek. She patted his hand, and then turned to glare at Pansy again. "You better not get him into trouble girl, I mean it. Bad things will happen to you if you do." She then turned back to Draco acting as if nothing had happened, smiled beautifully, and walked away.

"She just threatened me. First she insults me now she threatened me! And you're just standing there." Pansy growled, tugging on Draco's dress robes.

Draco suppressed a grin. "She wasn't threatening, she was warning." Draco corrected though he knew that Pansy was right, it was a threat and Narcissa Malfoy; when pushed holds up to what she says.

"Lets just get this over with." Pansy grumbled pulling Draco along through the crowd to talk to everyone she had ever met; after a number he couldn't even comprehend at the moment, he searched the crowd looking for a way to escape.

This is so boring, his mind screamed as one of Pansy stupid friends went on and on about shopping, of all things, he just wanted to strangle them both. Can't they find something more fun or interesting to talk about? Life does not revolve around shopping. If this conversation didn't stop soon he was probably going to drag them off into a closet and murder them both.

"Right Draco?" Pansy said, looking at him sweetly waiting for him to answer; like he had been in the conversation the whole time.

Draco gave Pansy an icy stare for breaking him out of his wonderful murdering thoughts. "I have no idea what you just said; because the conversation was so boring I wasn't listening." Draco pushed his way through the crowd. "I'll catch you later, I need to find something more interesting." He said, leaving a shocked Pansy staring at his retreating form.

Draco leaned over the side of the balcony as he took in precious breaths of fresh air. He had to shake off the crowded feeling; even though the people and faces were different; it reminded him of all the Death Eater gatherings his father had forced him to endure.

He was doing this for his mother. He knew she hadn't been out that often since his father had landed himself Azkaban. He didn't get the ridiculed much, because people feared him; and they would to say it to his back when he was a certain distance. But his mother being Lucius' wife, got it worse, she was picked on no matter where she went. People didn't bother to hide what they had to say, unless Draco was there. That's why he knew that getting invited to this party wasn't only an escape from the house; but a hope that maybe Lucius' wrong doing will be erased from her and Draco.

Not that Draco cared what people said, because he knew he was better then his father; and to him it doesn't matter what the other people think. People don't know him, they have always thought badly about him, so why should it matter to him now?

He began to gaze at the stars just for something to do. He was bored out of his mind, unlike Pansy and his mother who fancied talking, Draco liked to be alone and when he wanted to talk to someone. He preferred to not do it in the company of a large group of people.

Draco frowned, when he heard his mother's voice laugh over the crowd. He examined the cluster of people; and when he found her, he was shocked to see whom she was with. He pushed himself away from the ledge, and made his way through the mob, toward them.

"I know exactly what you're talking about." Narcissa laughed along with Ginny Weasley, whom she seemed to be in deep discussion with.

"It's horrible isn't it?" Ginny asked, smiling knowingly.

"Oh I must agree." Narcissa said, her face suddenly turning thoughtful.

"If you're asking for money Weasley you're asking the wrong family." Draco said, as he approached the two women.

"Be nice." Narcissa said, in a mother tone. "Miss Weasley and I were just having a conversation about the ministry and the new laws they put out." She grabbed Draco's arm as a warning.

"Call me Ginny please." Ginny requested, smiling at the woman sweetly.

Narcissa smiled back. "Ginny, that's so sweet." She turned to Draco. "Isn't she a charming young woman?"

Draco smirked. "Quite."

She grinned as if she abruptly had a good idea. "I know she and you both seem bored." She turned to her son. "Why don't you ask her to dance?"

Draco frowned; he hadn't been expecting that. He looked at Ginny, who was grinning purposefully knowing he was still mad about earlier that day. He turned back to his mother with the full intent on saying no but he didn't have a choice, when she linked both their hands together and pushed them out on the floor, muttering for them to get on with it.

Draco gruffly pushed Ginny onto the dance floor.

"Still sore about this afternoon?" Ginny asked, as Draco pulled her into a waltz.

"What were you doing talking to my mother?" Draco asked, instead of answering the question. "You better not being screwing with her or I'll..." He trailed off, leaving the threat open.

"Calm down mama's boy. She just looked lonely." Ginny stated, while he spun her around. "People are gits." She muttered angrily to herself; not knowing she had made it auditable enough for him to hear.

"Why?" He asked, as curiosity overwhelmed the snappy comment he had planned to make.

She glanced at him surprised, but recovered from it quickly. "Because people are cruel." She growled, glaring at the room in general. "They're mean to her because of something her husband did, and it's not fair." She paused to study the woman who stood alone by the refreshment table. "I, of all people, have every right to be angry and hate Lucius but not Narcissa, she hasn't done anything." She frowned and fell silent as she began to think.

Draco surveyed the young redheaded woman before him. If he hadn't known her or if she had been anyone but a Weasley; he probably would have hugged her, but because she was, he just continued to dance in silence. Concluding that the statement alone had made up for all the things she had said earlier.

Pansy had finally seen where her boyfriend had run off to; she pushed her way in between them, separating the two. "If you had wanted to dance, all you had to do was ask, you didn't have to touch this piece of witch filth." She scowled.

Ginny raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips, preparing for a bout. "Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

Draco, not wanting to get into a match right now, stood amidst them. "Ladies, we're at a nice party. Let's try to be civil for the moment."

Pansy's face turned red with anger. "Civil!" She cried. "After what had happened before!" She shook her head vigorously. "I absolutely refuse."

Narcissa Malfoy noticing the coming conflict, strode gracefully toward them curiosity on her face. "Is there a problem?" She asked, as she smiled and stood next to Ginny putting a hand on her shoulder.

Pansy's eyes widened with shock and fury upon the sight in front of her.

Draco, on the other hand, smiled reassuringly at her. "Of course not mother."

"That's good, I'd hate to have to step in should there be any trouble." She said putting an emphasis on the last word as a warning to Pansy.

"No trouble." Pansy pouted.

Draco directed his attention to Pansy. "Let's gets something to drink." He suggested steering her away before a brawl did start.

When they were out of earshot, Narcissa shook her head displeased. "That girl has got to go." She muttered to Ginny.

Ginny didn't answer just eyed the two fleeing figures.

A/N: Please R&R. It would encourage me to write more.