Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

Afternoon

"So you think you can just swan in here with your scar and sit with us?" Pansy asked.

"It wasn't my plan to swan in, I was going for more of a strut" I said playing to her insult.

Blaise laughed and even Pansy had to tilt her head down to hide a smile.

"Alright Pansy, I don't think he needs the full first yeah experience" Blasie said attempting to smooth her temperament.

She shook her head in defeat and returned her attention to her food.

"So what do you guys talk about?" I asked.

Blaise was just about to answer but my question pricked pansy's attention.

"Us Slytherins like to talk about torturing first years, being bad guys and worshipping Voldemort, what do Gryfinndors talk about?" She answered sarcastically.

"Pretty much the same then" I joked.

"Be quiet" Blaise mumbled before delivering, what sounded like, a kick to Pansy's shin.

"To be honest with you, books, spells, quidditch, the usual stuff" Blaise said kindly.

"You" Pansy proclaimed.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing" Blaise said shooting her a look.

"No, no, you said something, what did you say?" I asked.

"You! When Draco's here were mainly talk about you" she said stabbing her food with her fork.

"Draco talks about me?" I questioned.

"Yes all of the bloody time, Potter this Potter that. Did I say the right thing Pansy? What should I do? Is this too much? Is this too little? Its never ending with that boy" she moaned.

I never realised that Draco talked about me, I suppose I spoke of Draco Ron my friends all of the time, it just never crossed my mind that he did the same.

"Have you guys got a date to the dance?" I asked.

"We're going together, as friends" Blaise confirmed.

"As friends" Pansy repeated.

"Yeah Yeah I guessed, with you being..." I stopped mid sentence.

"With me being what Potter?" Panty demanded.

"Umm nothing, I don't know what I was talking about, I'm so tired from quidditch practice" I stumbled.

"Yeah, you don't know what you're talking about" Pansy said aggressively.

I hadn't hit a nerve I seemed to have taken a violent swing at one. I really was tired though.

"Have you and Draco planned what you would be wearing?" Blaise asked defusing the massive bomb I'd just made tick.

"Umm we haven't spoke about it what much, but I'm going to leave it with Draco, he is far better at that stuff than I am" in confirmed, eating my lunch.

I still felt the eyes of hundred Slytherins on me, I wonder if people did this to Draco when we sat with me. He's so confident it wouldn't bother him if they did.

"Well, I know it's annoying when he constantly talks about fabrics and two colours that look exactly the same, but please be patient with him, he really invests himself in these sort of things" Blaise said, almost giving me a bit on an instruction manual.

"Has he done that with you guys?" I asked.

Pansy threw her head back in a cackle and Blaise almost choked on his lunch.