"DRACO!", Mr. Malfoy shouted for his son, "What is taking you so long? It's a real pain, being in this school!"
While his dad was going crazy, Draco just sat on his bed, his head in his hands. At least, his father didn't know, whom he was with, this very moment. If he knew, Draco spent his last mionutes at Hogwarts with me, he'd probably send him to Azkaban right away. Draco jumped just as much as I did, as someone knocked on the door.
"Can I come in?", Pansy asked, opening the door and sticking her head in.
"What do YOU want here?", Draco snapped and looked up, to glare at her.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, "I didn't want them to send you to Durmstrang. I just wanted to get rid of that -"
"Don't you call her anything nasty!", he warned her, "I am sorry to say, that she was the one defending you from me. As I told her, it was completely useless, as you would never do so for her."
After Draco and Pansy had their fight and Pansy made him promise to write her, Draco stood up, grabbed his trunk and walked toward the door.
"Please be nice top each other," he begged us, "I know it's easy for you Mione but Pansy please try to behave. I'll write both of you at least once a week. You won't forget me, I promise. Nevertheless, I'll have to leave now, before my dad goes completely badonkas."
Pansy gave him a tight hug, which looked a lot like a gorilla, squashing a banana. Somehow Draco entwined himself and embraced me tightly.
"I'll see you in two weeks!", he promised and kissed me.
At that time, I could not imagine, how I should get to see him, so I just nodded and kissed him, nevertheless I was watching forward, to meeting him in two weeks, however he might do that.