For the twelfth time that month, Draco Malfoy woke up with a song in his head.

For the tenth time that month, it was a song he'd never heard before.

For the first time ever, it was shaping up to be a song he liked.

I'm here for you, she said
And we can stay for a while
My boyfriend's gone, we can just pretend...

Hm...not too bad. Catchy beat, nice guitars....and one of the coolest voices he'd ever heard. Way better than Celestina Warbeck, but then again, who wasn't?

Lips that need no introduction
Now who's the greater sin?
Your drab eyes seem to invite
Tell me darling, where do we begin?

For some reason, the lyrics reminded him of Pansy. She was kind of a whore...

What was he thinking?! You don't just call your girlfriend a whore! Unless, of course, that was what she was....

No. Pansy wasn't a whore, even if she had made out with every moderately attractive guy in Slytherin before she started dating him. He pushed the lyrics out of his head and began getting dressed.

This had happened the day before, too, only the song had been something about how he was "holding out for a hero." For a few minutes, he had begun to think about what nice eyes Potter had....before racing to the nearest bathroom and dunking his head in freezing water. That seemed to be the only solution when these episodes came upon him.

He got halfway down the stairs before he saw Pansy talking--no, flirting--with Theodore Nott.

Was this over before
Before it ever began?
Your kiss, your calls, your crutch
Like the devil's got your hand
This was over before
Before it ever began

No...it wasn't over. He blinked, but the image remained. Pansy was still flirting with his best friend.

Your lips, your lies, your lust
Like the devil's in your hands

"Pansy?"

She turned and grinned, no hint of shame. "Hi, Draco."

"Um, hi. What're you doing?"

"Just talking. Can't I talk?"

Everyone in this town
Is seeing somebody else

Draco finished coming down the stairs and touched Pansy's arm. "Can we talk?" He didn't wait for her to answer, but dragged her underneath the stairwell.

"Draco, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" He laughed harshly. "Well, let's start with the fact that you're flirting with my best friend!"

"I wasn't flirting!"

He put his hands together and put them to one side of his head, batting his eyes dreamily. "Oh, Theo, your glasses are sooooo sexy--tell me that's not flirting!"

She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. "I never said that."

Everybody's tired of someone
Our eyes wander for help

"Well, it doesn't matter what you said--you were flirting." She started to defend herself but he cut her off. "And don't try to say you weren't--you've been doing that for the past two weeks, Pansy. Don't think I haven't seen it. You've thrown yourself at every single guy in Slytherin--"

"Well, maybe if someone wasn't being such a rag--"

"I wouldn't be such a rag if you didn't act like such a whore!"

She drew back, covering her mouth, and Draco's stomach dropped. He had just broken his own rule: He had called his girlfriend a whore.

Prayers that need no answer now
'Cause I'm tired of who I am

"Pansy, I--" He started to apologize, then came to a shocking realization: He wasn't sorry. He had called her a whore and he wasn't sorry.

You were my greatest mistake
I fell in love with your sin
Your littlest sin

"Pansy, listen..."

She waved him away, then ran off, sobbing loudly.

Was this over before
Before it ever began?

Yes, he admitted. It was. This fling was over before it ever began.

Your kiss, your calls, your crutch
Like the devil's got your hand
This was over before
Before it ever began
Your lips, your lies, your lust
Like the devil's in your hands

He sank against the wall of the stairwell, letting the song wash over him, cleansing wounds he himself had opened. For once, the music fit his mood.

Liesel Marsden went over the document once more before pressing the SAVE button. She took a deep breath, turned off the music, and hit the "New Story" button.

Draco Malfoy breaks up with Pansy Parkinson, set to Anberlin's "Feel Good Drag"...this was, by far, the best songfic she'd ever written.

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