"Pansy?" said Millicent, opening the door to their dorm.
"I'm busy." She hissed, glaring at her roommate for a moment then looking back at the small notebook she had been writing in.
"With what? Daphne-"
Pansy stood up, her eyes saying all that was needed. After a second, the other Slytherin swallowed, nodding in acknowledgement. "O-okay." And the door shut.
She let out the breath that she had unconsciously been holding, laying down on her bed, eyes to the ceiling. She stared at the patters that the water made, waves seeming to crash right there, in front of her.
Draco was officially out of his mind.
That's the first thing that came to her mind. Mublood Granger? Seriously? She's a Gryffindor. She has filthy muggle parents. She's a mistake.
It's been what- a week? A week since that "incident" with Weasley, and she's already moved on. If Draco's not going to use his common sense, he could at least notice that he'd fallen for the Gryffindor mudblood a week after the redhead started going out with Lavender.
Serves her right... she has everything perfect.