Your Type Drarry

Part 3

Part 3

Draco Malfoy was rushing towards the Slytherin common room. He found Pansy sitting on a black settee, her legs crossed and a book in her lap. She was holding a bowl of chocolate truffles, shoving them in her mouth with her free hand as she read the book.

Pansy was engrossed in the book, the pages turning rapidly as she read. The common room was quiet. Pansy was enjoying the peace and quiet, lost in the thrilling story.

Suddenly, her book was ripped out of her hand. "Hey!" she shouted, looking up to see Draco holding the book out of her reach. "What the hell, Draco?"

Draco just smirked at her. "What are you doing, wasting your time on Muggle trash like this?" Pansy scowled, trying to grab the book back from him. "It's not Muggle trash, you git. It's a classic. And give it back, I was in the middle of a really good part."

Draco held the book out of her reach, taunting her. "What, this part?" He flipped through the pages, pretending to read aloud. "And then he swept the damsel in distress off her feet and carried her away into the sunset. Blah, blah, blah."

Pansy lunged for the book, but Draco held it just out of her reach. "Stop it, Draco! Give it back!" she yelled, getting frustrated. Draco just sniggered and held the book even further away. "Why don't you go read something useful for a change, like a book on proper etiquette or how to be a lady?"

Pansy glared at him, feeling the heat rising in her face. "You are such a prat, Draco. Just give it back already!" She made another lunge for the book, but Draco stepped back, still holding it out of reach.
Finally, Pansy gave up, crossing her arms and pouting. "Fine. Keep the stupid book. See if I care."

Draco smirked, victorious. "Gladly." He settled into an armchair, flipping through the pages with a grin. "By the way, how much is it?"

"What?" Asked Pansy with utter confusion. "the bet" Draco rolled his eyes. He knew she is doing this for a purpose and 90% chances were a bet. "10 Galleons, for completing this damn book in a day, this bitch in the book, I already forgot her name, is not getting tired of making people's life hell, and I am s-."

Pansy was cut off by Draco in mid-sentence, "Yea whatever, I have something better to tell you" He gave pansy a haughty smirk and slightly lifted his chin continuing, "I made Potter ask me about the potions assignment".

"Potter? Why the hell do you want to work with that incompetent louse? You know he's a complete disaster when it comes to potions, right?" Pansy let out a giggle, but Draco's expression made her sober up. "Okay, I get it. You have a thing for him, don't you?"

Draco's face contorted into a scowl. "Keep your voice down, Pansy. We don't need everyone in the dungeon knowing about it."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Relax, no one's here but us. And maybe some lovebirds sneaking around for a snog." She smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I bet you two will be sneaking off for some potion-making of your own soon."

Draco glared at her. "You're insufferable, Pansy. Just shut it, okay?". Pansy shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Fine, fine. But don't say I didn't warn you about the consequences of mixing business with pleasure." She smiled maliciously and gestured her hands as mouths, then thumping the tips of both hands together.

Draco watched her hands and then looked away, his face hot and blush creeping through all over his cheeks. "I said I will think about it". Said Draco, trying not to think about kissing Potter right now.

"Of course you did, or I would smack you for being so ductile and tell every student that Potter is your pre-boyfriend from now on." She paused and looked at Draco's embarrassed almost pink phiz, just to wheeze and puff once again," Shouldn't I be considering the latter already? You're going to accept it anyway" She finished. Draco blushed hard and pinched the bridge of his nose and let Pansy laugh at him for once.