Chapter 1

"She probably was off shagging some Gryffindor," Draco accused, his tone not as playful.

"I was not," Pansy insisted.

"I bet he is bragging to all his mudblood friends right now about how easy Pansy Parkinson was to get," Draco leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. His blonde hair traced his forehead, almost touching his eyelashes. He needed a haircut, Pansy thought.

"Fuck you Malfoy," She jabbed back, venom coating her words.

"You didn't fuck me Parkinson, you fucked a Gryffindor," His voice was quieter now, barely above a whisper.