OPEN to any | it all goes downhill from here,

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

Draco was up at four bloody o'clock in the morning, and he hadn't a clue why. Apparently, he was now an insomniac. Grimacing as he reached his hand out from the bed and tried to summon his wand, the man realized it was hopeless. He would have to actually stand up and walk over to retrieve it. Lovely. Bracing himself, the man flipped himself from his bed and strode over to the dresser, picking his wand up briskly. Triumphant at last, he returned to the bed.

Waving his wand around with lack of aim, the man attempted to think of spells that would help him sleep. It seemed though that fate was against him- he couldn't think of a blasted one. It had been so long since he hadn't been able to sleep ... these last couple of months he'd actually been able to sleep through the night and wake up rested. Most thought he was naturally sour and ill-tempered, however Draco blamed a large part of his general resentment toward people on the fact that he envied their ability to sleep through the night. Oh, and it didn't help that he was desperately sleep deprived. Seeing as how he really hadn't changed a bit temperament wise since he'd began sleeping all through the night, his quick explanation as to why he was so vicious seemed a bit doubtful.

Grimacing, Draco admitted defeat. Gingerly placing the wand on his bedside table (and wondering to himself why it hadn't been right there in the first place?), the man slid from his bed reluctantly. Sending a longing glance over his shoulder, the young Malfoy shuffled into the bathroom.

After a shower and getting dressed, then a bit of reading, it was almost seven o'clock. Almost late enough to bother somebody into keeping him occupied. Draco paced for a few moments by the fireplace, seemingly deep in thought. Any person who knew him well would know that he was really just thinking of simple things- such as, should he eat breakfast now or wait for his parents? Should he bother Pansy or some other person who he knew wouldn't mind it? Or, perhaps Pansy would. Pausing at the thought, he realized he wouldn't call on her at such a time.

While Draco could hold his own against her, he surely didn't wish her wrath upon himself anytime soon. The woman was a right fucking dragon when she wanted to be, and she was the only one who he allowed to scream at him (besides, of course, his elders and superiors) and throw a tantrum in his presence. She knew it, too. Shaking his head, realizing he'd stopped to contemplate the entire thing, Draco started walking again.

He finally slipped through the halls and found himself sitting in the main entrance hall, in a couch that was velvet and emerald and all too pricey. What was he supposed to do at seven o'clock in the morning?

[pansy]

The funny thing about life was one never knew where it would lead you. And that could be said for Pansy Parkinson in that moment in her life. It had been quite a horrid night, one which involved a bit of drinking and a bad date with a bloke named Andrew. He had seemed nice enough in the beginning, laughing and being just being all around charming in a inbred, overly pampered sort of way. It wasn't until the night wore on did she see him for who he truly was: a boring, mindless twit who was only interested in her for her family name. That was when the drinking started and that is what eventually led the young witch to the doorstep of one, Draco Malfoy.

The saddest part of the story was that Pansy couldn't remember a single thing past the third? No, fourth drink of the evening. All she knew was she awoke to find herself twisted uncomfortable on the sofa of what she gathered was Andrews sofa. Not wanting to face to man again, Pansy slipped out as quickly as she could, grabbing her bag and robes as she went. She let the door click behind her as she began walking down the steps of his flat, the whole time rummaging in her bag for her wand. Panic began to sink in as she went, grabbing her lipstick, her compact, her pack of fags, everything but her wand. "BUGGER!" she hissed in frustration as the realization hit her. Her wand was inside the flat.

Pansy ran up the stairs and reached for the handle. She twisted once, twice but it was locked! Magically sealed! Groaning in pure frustration she began knocking. Kicking, even screaming at the man on the other side to open the door for her, but she got nothing in response. Just silence from the other side. "Great, this is just perfect!" she huffed once more as she became aware that the idiot of a man had not only magical charmed his flat locked, but put a silencing charm upon it as well! This was not good. Pansy Parkinson was stranded in a strange place, with no wand and two sickles in her pocket! She couldn't even take the Knight Bus without her wand. She was royal screwed! That was until she remembered the portkey.

Dumping her bag over upon the stone steps of the flat she began rummaging through its contents. There was a lot of useless rubbish within the small handbag but after a great deal of sorting she found what she was looking for. It was a small gold quill, only about three, maybe four inches in length. It had been a gift from Draco years ago, when they had been young. It had been charmed to port her to his manner and although they weren't as close as they once were, Pansy never had the heart to get rid of it. It was a treasure of her past and she truly cherished the stupid thing, caring it with her wherever she went. She hadn't used it in years but was grateful for it now, more so then ever.

With great haste she shoved everything back into her bag before clicked the end with her thumb, to activate the quills charm. Within seconds she was whirling around in the air, her surroundings swirling and whizzing by her. She always hated traveling by portkey, it was quite nauseating, but as soon as it started it stopped and with a thud the girl landed upon the steps of Malfoy Manner.

Pushing herself off the ground and dusting off the dirt of her robes, she walked over the the door and gave it three sharp knocks. As she waited for someone to answer she inspected her appearance in the glass window to her right and let out a gasp of horror. She looked a fright! Her normally glossy hair was dull and tattered. The previous night makeup was now smudged and smeared all over her pretty little face, making dark, raccoon like circles under her eyes. And her robes! Oh her robes were wrinkles and misshaped! In all, she looked like a hung over monster! One state she never wished Draco Malfoy to see her in.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

At the sound of a knock on the door, Draco's trail of thought snapped off, leaving a rather jagged end. He disliked being interrupted while thinking, and so he hoped to the dear gods above it was either Pansy, Aunt Bella, or the Dark Lord himself knocking on the door. Instantly he ruled out the last two, knowing either one wouldn't bother with knocking- they'd just waltz right in like they owned the place. Which, they practically did.

Propelling himself both a vertical and horizontal manner, Draco stood, then began walking at quite the leisurely pace toward his front door, hands in pockets. Stopping, he contemplated not even answering. After all, what on earth would Pansy be doing here? And, if it wasn't her, then he surely wouldn't be interested in the fool behind the door. Grimacing, Draco came to the assumption his parents must have invited a person over, and if he was caught walking away from the door when they'd just knocked to be let in ...

Grabbing the handle, he opened it just enough to see about three inches of himself. Staring at Pansy, his jaw came dangerously close to just dropping.

For one, it was actually Pansy. What a strange occurrence. For another thing, she looked ... positively terrible. Draco pursed his lips, eyes slightly widened having retracted from their previously "bugged out" state. Looking her up and down rapidly a few times, Draco managed to spit out "Sorry, but you know the rule. No sloppy seconds on my part." He left it at that for a moment or two, then burst out in laughter. "Pans, bloody hell! You look positively terrible!" Once his laughter had receded to a few chuckles, he shook his head and opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, tightening his mouth thoughtfully. She needed a shower- badly.

He turned, throwing over his shoulder "Let's get you cleaned up. Follow me." Then walked down the hallway to the closest bedroom- his own, all the while humming the song "Crazy Bitch" under his breath, though loud enough so she'd be able to hear it. Once they'd walked down the corridor and arrived at his door, he gripped the handle firmly, seeming to pause for just a second. Finally throwing open the door, he gestured for her to enter first. He had his own personal bathroom, so while she cleaned herself up he could find her something to wear.

Furrowing his brow, Draco thought of something. "Pans," He said, sounding a bit hesitant "Why didn't you go your own flat manor .... ?" Draco's voice trailed off, an eyebrow cocked upward as he stared at her in an inquisitive manner.

OOC: Crazy Bitch = Muggle Music, but for our sake, let's just say in this case it was a wizarding band? @__@ i couldn't help but throw that in there- it seemed so Draco-ish. Not to mention, I was listening to it at the moment. Also, hope you don't mind the PPing =/ if you do tell me and I'll edit <33

[pansy]

And this was the reason Pansy had never wished for Draco Malfoy to see her in such a state. She just knew the moment he came in contact with her he was going to open that great big stupid mouth of his and start railing her. And just like she expected he did, much to her displeasure. Her lips pursed annoyingly and her arms crossed upon herself defensively as she listed to the brat go on and all, jabbing at her in his own so charming way. It was so unfair really! She had just walked right into such a situation so who was she to bite back? Pansy needed his help and although she wanted nothing more to tell him to fuck off very much she bit her tongue. All in good time Pansy. All in good time.

”Har, har Draco!” she huffing at his as she pushing past the door and began following him, the whole time keeping her annoyed and sullen look on her face. Oh, if she could only kick him. Yes, that would make her feel better. But one should never kick a gift horse in the mouth, even Pansy knew this. Even if the horse was Draco Malfoy! It took a great deal for her to swallow he pride most of the time. In any other situation, with any other person she would never let them speak to her in such a way, but this was Draco. The one person she never had to worry about impressing. Pansy had given that up years ago and she learned once she had their relationship took quite the turn for the better.

She followed behind him as they went, keeping her eyes down and her steps stedfast. Last thing she wanted was to run into his parents and she only hoped that he was taking her a way that would avoid such an encounter. The Malfoys had always thought her a bit uncouth, with her strange upbringing and equally bizarre parents.

However, once they reached his bedroom she let out a sigh of relief. She was now on familiar ground and although she hadn’t been in his bedroom in ages it felt like home. Relaxing herself for the first time during the encounter she pushed past him and collapsed on his bed. Her small frame stretched over the soft linen and she closed her eyes for a moment, just relishing in the pure comfort that was his bed. Pansy really had had a horrid nights sleep and it wasn’t till she collapsed upon its softness did it hit her. She could just drift off right there and then but she was quickly snapped out of her slight slumber by his questioning.

”Well, it’s a long story. You know that bloke, Andrew Tatterton? Well, I agreed to have dinner with him last night. It didn’t go as I hoped and I left my wand in his flat.” Pansy stopped herself there, not wanting to get into it any further with Draco. It really wasn’t any of his business and she never felt comfortable talking about other men with him. Why? She had no idea but it just felt wrong in so many ways. There was just some thing about her life she didn’t feel the need to share with him and she only hoped he would get that and not question her further.

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

Draco leaned on his door frame as she walked into his room. A small smile curved his lips into a crescent as she flopped onto his bed, looking like she was ready to fall asleep. He would have joined her, however he felt it might have been a bit too suggestive, and he wasn't about to make her feel uncomfortable. Shifting his weight so he was off of the door frame, though his arms were still crossed, a dark shadow fell across his face.

Didn't go as she expected? What's that supposed to mean? If the bloke hurt her, Draco would see to it he wouldn't survive to see the next sunrise. Action against those Draco truly cared about wasn't tolerated, especially when that person was Pansy Parkinson. Draco might have been an overgrown child, both spoiled and bratish, but he was also quite dangerous. Any who doubted just how dangerous he could be were true fools.

Sighing, he gave in and walked over to his bed, sitting at the foot of it on the edge. Looking at her, he shook his head gently. "Andrew is a bloody dolt, Pans. If you'd asked me I would have told you that." His voice was soft, though his eyes showed he was treading on ground between them both tended to avoid at all costs. It was more than strange, telling Pansy that she should have asked him about a man before going on a date with him ... was it just Draco being possessive? Pausing for a moment, he settled on that. He knew he was possessive, and it didn't bother him in the least, though the things he did because of it might have seemed a tad strange.

His mouth gently twisted into a wry smile, before finally he let out a chortle, rolling his eyes before looking at her again, this time his eyes gleaming with a deviant sheen. "You know, this kind of reminds of our Hogwarts years ... in the summer." Back when they were together officially. The smudged makeup and mussed robes, Pansy laying across his bed looking incredibly tired.

"Well, are you going to take a shower? Or would you rather just take a nap? I'd rather you take a shower before you take a nap, Pans; I don't want whatever you picked up in that ape's apartment on my bed." The crude humor was back, however it was mostly true. "How about you go take a shower, and I'll fine some clothes?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

[pansy]

Pansy eyes fluttered shut as she laid upon the young mans bed. Sinking into the soft surface she nuzzled her face into his pillow and inhaled, taking the the sickly sweet aroma that was truly his own. His comment of how it reminded him of when they were in the school brought a smile upon her lips and she couldn’t help but agree with him in her minds eyes. That had been her favorite summer by far, spending much of her time right in the spot she was in now. Then, they both had been so young and naive. It had been a summer of innocents, one in which she had truly thought nothing would ever tear them apart. Oh, what a fool she had been. She had never felt as safe as she did then, or did now, simply laying upon his warm divan, and as she rested she thought about times long past, only half listening to Draco go on about Andrew and the like.

It didn’t matter really, none of it did and although she could hear the pique in his voice she didn’t agree or disagree any further. She wanted to topic dropped and didn’t see the need to go on with it. Pansy conceded to him and by keeping silent, knowing it would only confirm such feelings towards the issue. Besides, she was so tried and all she wanted to do was to continue on with her drifting and memories. It was such a blissful state to be in, one she relished so, but just when she was about to hit the point of true slumber he went on, going on about a shower and how he rather she take one.

This snapped the girl back into awareness and with a groan she turned over, her eyes fluttering open and a sour puss on her lips. ”I’d much rather take a nap in all honesty.” she grumbled over at him, spying his casually way about his person upon the doorframe, herself getting back up into a sitting position before hosting her tired and tattered body up from the comfort. Although she didn’t like the idea of it Pansy couldn’t help but agree with him. She felt filthy, the previous night drinking now soaking through her pours, casing a small, greasy film that consumed her entire person. She was also quite sure she smelt horrid and then there was the state of her mouth. It tasted like a dirty pub and stale cigarettes. Yes, Pansy Parkinson really did need a good scrub down, even if her tired body was protesting it desperately.

Slowly, she began walking towards the door at the end of the room, the one that led into his own personal bath. However, just as she was about to reach the door she turned and with a bossy and determined pitch to her voice she went on, wanting to make sure that Draco knew that although she was grateful for his help she was still the controlling and unshakable woman as always. ”And be a doll and owl the chav about my wand. I would imagine an owl from you would favor over one from me. “ and with that she turned into the room and shut the door, cutting herself off from the man who had so willingly help her.

It didn’t take her long to get herself going, only a matter of seconds really, and once she stepped under the hot streams of the water she let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t do too much with herself while showering, too tried and bare boned to care. The water felt lovely upon her soiled skin and she stayed in such a position for quite some time, her forehead slightly resting upon the warm stone tiles in front of her, the water, boiling hot yet soothing beading down her weary frame and her eyes closed shut in solace. She could fall asleep right there and then and Pansy was sure she would have. if she had been in her own flat.

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

He raised an eyebrow when she sighed and hoisted herself up, nodding in an appreciative manner. Wrinkling his nose, Draco realized he could smell the pub from where he was seated at the foot of the bed- and it wasn't pleasant. When she stood, he narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to protest her request, but realized he hadn't a chance when she closed the door. That sneaky little ... the voice in his head trailed off.

Snapping his fingers, Draco waited patiently for a moment or two while a house elf appeared. "Change my bedsheets, and prepare the breakfast table. We have a guest. I expect it to be held in my private dining area." Watching the critter leave, Draco turned and walked over to his dresser. "What the hell does that Witch think I am? Her little call boy?" Grimacing as he realized it was most likely true, Draco burst out in a loud groan. She could make him do just about anything she wanted.

He scribbled down a quick message, one that got to the point: You have Pansy's wand. I want it. And that was that. Rolling it up, he tied the scrap to his Owl's leg and watched it fly out the window, heading to it's destination. He had a tradition, now, only buying Eagle owls. Since he was a kid that's all he'd ever owned. Perhaps it was the more majestic look of the owl, but Draco much proffered it to a Barn Owl. Barn Owl was such a ... common name. It suggested the Owl belonged to a Wizard who lived in a barn. No, Draco would never put his hands on such a filthy sounding creature.

A snap sounded behind the chair Draco had seated himself in and the man leaned backward so that the chair was balanced on two back legs and he was looking at the House Elf upside down. "The food, Sir, is ready. A fresh set of clothing can be found in the dresser for Lady Parkinson, and with your permission we will change your bed now." Draco narrowed his eyes until the House Elf realized his mistake, and squeaked numerous apologies. He'd talk to the creature later; Draco was strict when it came to addressing him as either Lord or Sir or Master, and the House Elf failed to admonish the proper title at the end of his sentence.

He nodded his head and the House Elf, with another to help it, went about changing the linens. Scowling at them, thus encouraging faster work, the young Malfoy wasn't disgraced by their presence for long.

When they'd finished, and informed him breakfast was served and ready, Draco crossed to the Bathroom. Knocking on the door gently, he put his head in, though blinded by the steam. "Pansy, Breakfast is ready. In my private dining area. There are fresh clothes waiting for you." Turning, and closing the door, he made his way out the dining area.

It was just a small dining area balcony outside of his room, which overlooked the gardens. But, it held ornate china, placed upon a dark oak table which had two place set. It was only about four feet long, which was how Draco proffered it. The short length made it easier for him to talk and entertain whomever he deemed good enough to be in his private quarters. Sitting down, he waited for Pansy before serving himself or eating.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

finished =D

[pansy]

The water streaming down at her from above was so warm, so relaxing that within moment of her stepping into the large box of a shower she found herself drifting desperately into slumber. It wasn’t until she heard the soft rasping of a knock and Draco’s voice did she come to, fully aware of her surroundings and situation. WIth much haste she grabbed his shampoo and lathered up her hair, going about her task with a quick and brisk pace. She had no idea how long she had been in the shower, maybe only a moment, maybe an hour. But the mention of food brought a new surge of energy in her. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until it was mentioned and her stomach began to growl. Eggs sounds quite nice in that moment and she wanted to hurry up and be done with her showering as soon as possible.

A few more moment and a few more bits and pieces washed up, Pansy felt clean and ready to face her day. She shut off the water, stepped into the warm, steamy room and began preparing herself. The robes left for her were quite nice, maybe a bit too long in the arms, but something easily remedied my a simple flick of a wand. With that thought Pansy went for hers stupidly, it taking the girl a few moments to realize that she hadn’t hers and that was the whole reason she found herself in the situation she was in now. This was the point that panic began to set in. Without a wand she couldn’t dry her face, fix her spot or even put on her face! Now, it was one thing for Draco to see her all hung over and frightful but it was another for the young man to see her without makeup! Bugger!, this was not turning out to be a good day.

There was really only one thing for it, so with hesitation, Pansy walked out of the room and towards the dinning area that he had directed her to moments before. Her long hair laid wet and tangled upon her back, causing the backside of her robes to dampen from it’s moisture. It brought a chill to the girl and made her a bit uncomfortable, a sensation she was not use to. Again, for the third time that morning she was going to have to ask Draco for a bit of help.

Reaching the room she took a seat at the table, admiring the spread placed out for them. Her stomach gave another jolt of desire as she eyed the food but her thoughts of eating were quickly haltered by the uncomfortable feeling of the wet damp on her back. ”Be a love and dry me up a bit?” she asked, although by the tone of her voice it sounded a bit more like a demand. Pansy felt and looked much like a drowned rat would and she was unaccustomed to looking so free and natural in front of anyone, let alone the Malfoy heir. In that moment she was truly laid out of him and she felt naked. Not being able to hide behind her impeccable mask of false beauty was a frightening thought and if only she could get her hair in order she was sure she would feel a million times better.

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

Laid out before him were several different choices- eggs, waffles, fruit toppings for the waffles, and an assortment of sides. Of course, some of it was magically floating off to the side, waiting for one summoning by either Pansy or himself.

Draco preferred waffles, topped with strawberries, a generous serving of whipped cream topping it off just in case he wasn't starting his day off in the most unhealthy way he could the way the waffles were. Smiling up at Pansy, his wand twirling between his fingers, Draco contemplated not doing anything at all. After all, she walked in his house and demanded help from him already, whose to say he wasn't tired of helping her? Wincing internally, Draco realized he'd never be able to say no. A frown shaped his features into a more sullen expression at the thought, and he waved his wand shortly and muttered a spell, her hair drying and styling to perfection.

"The wand shouldn't take too long to get here, and if it takes until after breakfast, I'll go there myself and blow his flat to pieces if I have to." He said it in a more off-hand manner, though he was completely serious. Draco was used to making threats such as these, and completely meaning them, though he never had to go through with them. Normally, all he had to do was mention he was a Malfoy and the world was handed to him on a silver platter.

He gestured to the chair sitting across from him, waiting for her to sit down so he himself could begin eating. It was rude to eat before a guest. A glass appeared before both their plates, obviously for the few beverages that were being offered.

[pansy]

Pansy gave a smile sigh of relief as she felt the magic from Draco corse through her hair, both drying and styling it in just the way she loved best. She shivered slightly as the magic tickled upon her skin, finding the whole sensation a bit stimulating. That was the funny thing about her: although she had grown up with magic her whole life she never got over the way it felt whenever it was done upon her being. It felt refreshing. Alive. It brought a new sense of being within her and for a just the slightest of seconds she felt a bit drunk from the power it held. That was the thing about magic, it truly was a drug and not being able to preform it herself in those short moments saddened her just a bit.

Pansy felt inadequate, lost without her wand and as she sat at the table opposite him she did her best to not to think about it. She was sure his note to the man would bring it back to her, but when, that she didn’t know. She did however smile at Draco’s comment, knowing full well he meant every word of it. The thought of it all made her laugh slightly to herself and her tension over the situation easily melted away.

That was the great thing about being friends with Draco Malfoy: most people were scared shit of him and knew better not to cross the young man. Of course Pansy wasn’t. No, she had known him too long, knew his inner workings and had spent a good deal of her life weaseling into his good graces. She trusted him and like to think that he trusted her in return. They had a particular sort of relationship, one filled with snide words and sincere smiles. It was comfortable yet always new and she never knew what he would do or say next. But that was what Pansy liked about him, about what they had between them. She loved him and trusted him like no other and even if she wasn’t totally comfortable revealing herself in such a way to him. However, that all went back deep need of his approval. There was no other man or woman on this earth that Pansy looked upon with such appreciation and adoration and she hated that he would see her for the mess she truly was.

But she chased such thoughts from her mind as she began eyeing the table of rich food. Her stomach gave yet another load and uncomfortable grumble as the aroma of the spread came to her nostrils. ”This looks lovely.” she said to him off handedly and began serving herself a large portion of eggs and toast. Pansy loved eggs, ate them a bit too much if one was to be honest, but after the night she had had, and the amount of alcohol she had consumed, she really needed the substance within her in that moment.

She gave a curious sort of look as she piled the food upon her plate in large portions. He wasn’t eating and Pansy found that a bit strange. ”You really should eat. You will need to build up your strength if that baboon doesn’t decided to return my wand.” her eyes sparkled with excitement at her last comment, going back to the thought of Draco kicking the snot out of Andrew. And although she knew that there was no way he wouldn’t return her wand, she did wish just slighted that he wouldn’t. If not only to give Draco a reason to show up at his flat to give him a good once over.


OOC: I’m uber sorry. School work and real life took me over this week.

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

Draco scoffed at her, telling him to eat. "Whatever happened to Ladies first?" The young Malfoy grumbled, "And here I thought I was just being a gentlemen ... " Trailing off, Draco lifted a fork and took a bite of his strawberry-covered waffles. He went cross-eyed at a speck of white on his nose, quickly and gracefully whipping off the stray spot of whipped cream from the bridge and tip of his nose. Clearing his throat slightly, and trying to look as proper and posh as he could, Draco set the napkin down on the table and shifted his weight in the seat.

The next bite he took was more careful, being sure not to take such a large glob of cream with it. Savoring it for a moment, Draco swallowed the waffle bite before chuckling. "If that idiot downright refused to give you back your wand, when it was ordered by me ... there will beyond hell to pay." Draco was indeed serious about this threat as well, and he himself almost wished the man wouldn't give her the wand back. He enjoyed showing his power to the world- showing them that the Malfoy name was nothing to scoff at. Call him a power hungry fiend, or a damned bastard, or whatever you wish ... so long as all you called him to his face was Master Malfoy or Sir.

He took his fork up again, this time stabbing a chunk of sausage. They were all cut up on his plate into bite sized pieces, making it easier for him to just use his fork, instead of using his fingers as was the common way of doing things. Draco refrained from any and all common things.

Chewing thoughtfully, Draco seemed to be thinking. He had Pansy here in his quarters, and she'd asked for so much help. Surely she'd be up to entertaining him? Perhaps a game of Quidditch? Or a quick trip to the stables? Or even a night on the town? Grinning at Pansy, he waggled his eyebrows. He wasn't known for keeping his thoughts pure, especially around Pansy and those knew him quite well, and even though they were as pure as could be at the moment, the young Malfoy found it almost entertaining to implant different thoughts into Pansy's head.

"Pansy? I'm bored. Entertain me today." He groaned, stuffing another piece of waffle into his mouth.

OOC: no problem- German has been kicking my ass lately, so don't worry about it ;3 i know how it feels <33