She's All That

Chapter 1

"I haven't seen her at all Christmas break. She went to London as soon as school was done and she's been gone since."

"That sucks, man."

Draco sighed. It was so hard to know what girls are thinking. It had been a whole two weeks since he'd seen his long-term girlfriend, Pansy. It wasn't like her to not even call; usually she tried to spend as much time as possible with Draco, but for some reason it was like she dropped of the face of the earth for two weeks straight.

"I thought her being your girlfriend and all would mean she would actually talk to you during break." That was Crabe. A bloody idiot.

Errrrr. "That's my freaking point, dumbass."

Crabe mumbled something incomprehensibly and began to leisurely talk to Goyle about Christmas break. Draco strolled at a slightly faster pace just to stay in front of them. They were heading to the Great Hall for an assembly before classes returned to normal.

As they walked among the corridors Draco kept a content watch for Pansy. She was going to be here somewhere and he really just wanted to talk to her. Someone intelligible, unlike the two idiots he, for some reason, considered friends, who were currently in an argument about who could eat more at a hot dog eating contest.

Draco never really wanted them as friends, they just so happened to be sons of very influential wizards that had close ties to the Malfoy family name. Draco had to always make sure that both Crabe and Goyle were content with their relationship, otherwise important ties could be disbanded because of him. He didn't want to disappoint his father by aggravating the wrong people. So Draco always tried to play nice with them.

"Hurry up you bastards."

But Draco knew he could always get away with being casually rude and demanding, so he was usually both.

As they approached the Great Hall, Draco spotted Pansy in the doorway. She was laughing and talking to Millicent and Tracey. Draco smirked. God she was pretty when she smiled.

"Pansy."

She turned and her eyes widen a bit but she smiled.

"Draco, honey!" She air kissed him on both cheeks. "Miss me?"

"God, yes." He grabbed her waist and went in for a kiss.

His lips were stopped by a hand.

"Draco, honey," she cooed with her hand still pressed against Draco's mouth. "This isn't going to work out. You know, you and me."

Draco straightened up, appalled. "What?"

"You didn't really think we would still be going out after we graduate." She feigned a gasp. "Oh! You did, didn't you? That's so sweet!"

Pansy put her hands on his cheeks, trying to emphasize his 'sweetness' but Draco grabbed her wrists.

"So you just disappear for two weeks and decide we're done? What the hell happened?"

Pansy squealed. "Those two weeks were the best two weeks of my entire life! Millicent, Tracey and I went to London for the holiday. Anyways we were in this cute little cafe when Tracey started talking up this guy. But guess who he was?!"

Draco gave her an uninterested stare.

"The hairdresser of Gilderoy Lockhart!" She squealed as she said his name. "So he managed to squeeze us into Gilderoy's Christmas party. It was like three hundred chosen people to attend this party and I was one of them! At one point I was hand picked by his manager to dance on his desk where he actually writes all his books. I was a bit tipsy by then so I started to fall off the desk, but then the most amazing thing happened! I fell directly onto Gilderoy HIMSELF! After that we were inseparable. It was like we'd known each other forever. Hw knew exact what I wanted all the time! So I stayed by his side until I unfortunately, had to come back to this dump."

Draco blinked.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOU'RE FREAKING MIND?!"

She let out a huff of air. "I fell in love. Maybe you will too someday. Since you're just so adorable!"

Pansy pinched his cheeks and spun on her heels. Draco was left standing there in disbelief. He turned around only to find Crabe and Goyle staring back at him with an equal amount of disbelief.

Goyle shifted his feet. "Did that really just happen?"

Crabe gave a slight smirk. "What does it feel like to be dumped for Gilderoy Lockhart?"

"That man is a phony!" Draco growled. "Seriously, what does she see in him?"

"Maybe it's because he's famous. And handsome. And rich."

Draco's face twisted up. "That does NOT make me feel any better."

He stormed off into the Great Hall, taking a seat at the Slytherin table as far away as he could get from Pansy Parkinson.

Crab and Goyle had immediately followed his lead and sat across from Draco. Draco had nothing at all to say to them, so he closed his eyes and focussed on breathing. In no time, his unfortunate situation was going to be the talk of the school. It wasn't like it would go unnoticed, because he was someone everyone always noticed. Handsome. Charming. Mysterious. Practically the most popular kid at Hogwarts. Except for that Potter. But the only reason people cared about him was because he was famous. Just like that Lockhart. Damn famous people.

Draco's thoughts were shattered as Dumbledore cleared his throat, quieting all idle chatter in the room.

"I would like to welcome all of you to another semester at Hogwarts. Our school is honoured to be the host of a number of students from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for the next six weeks. They are here to experience life at a different school of magic and will therefore be placed into many of your class. The is an opportunity to strengthen your friendships and create new friends. Please be respectful and allow them to join our school with ease.

"In six weeks, on the day before they leave, we will hold a formal farewell dance. Please remember the date and be prepared for it.

"Also, as a final announcement, due to very unfortunate circumstances, we have a temporary fill-in Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. Please welcome…..Mr Gilderoy Lockhart."

Draco felt like slamming his head against a wall.

Of all people, Dumbledork had to find the stupidest most pompous guy he could get his hands on. Mr Gilderoy Freaking Lockhart.

Today, Draco decided, was not his day.

Once the ceremony was finished and people slowly began to dissipate, Draco stood up and cracked his knuckles. "You know what? I don't need her. If she wants to be with that disgrace of a man, so be it."

"What about…" started Goyle who was shortly interrupted by Draco.

"My reputation? Every girl in this school is practically dying to be my girlfriend. I bet I could take even the ugliest, unsociable girl and turn her into the new Pansy Parkinson simply by being my girlfriend. Nobody will even remember to think about Pansy and her new boy toy."

Crabe let out some air. "Alright. Maybe you've lost a few marbles. Pansy Parkinson is the hottest girl in the school and you think she can simply be replaced? By dumping you she practically murdered your social life."

"No, no, no." Draco said. "I can make any girl ten times hotter than Pansy ever was. I willing to bet on it."

Crabe smiled. "Are you really now? Willing to make a bet?"

"Okay. You're on."

"But, I would like to specify the terms of this bet. Goyle and I will choose the girl, and you simply have to make her the most popular girl."

"And," Goyle added on. "It has to be done before the formal dance in six weeks."

Draco smirked. "This is going to be a piece of cake."

They looked around. Most people were still in the Great Hall, chatting idly about their Christmas breaks.

Crabe spotted one and laughed. "How about Millicent Bulstrode? You'd have to take an extra large commitment."

Crabe and Goyle high fived.

"Don't be cruel to me. Besides, she's one of Pansy's posse."

The boys knew that Pansy's entire group of friends were off limits. They wanted no possible association with that witch.

"What about Susan Bones?" Goyle asked.

"Nah," said Crabe. "I don't think that girl can even talk."

Draco rolled his eyes. This was starting to get pathetic.

"Oh man!" Crabe said excitedly. "I know the perfect girl for you!"

He pointed to a girl at the Gryffindor table, a girl with bushy brown hair that seemed to be having an interesting conversation with Potter.

"The mudblood? Seriously?"

They smiled. "It's a bet."