But, Pansy seemed to be forever. Draco hung around her so often that it drove Merlin mad. He was an angry little seven year old. He ran his hands through his hair and tried not to pout.
"Come on, Draco." Merlin pulled at the sleeve of his jacket. "I'm not going to let you be late to the first day of class. Pansy can go with Lavinia to their side of school. We'll see them at lunch."
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