This question. This was the question that Draco pondered over so much these days. He lightly leaned his head sideways until it rested on her shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment as he let the past few days wander through his head. "I don't know, Pansy," he finally whispered, opening his eyes wearily. "I don't bloody know. She's a nice girl, and loyal to the boot. I just don't know if I can put anything into a relationship that might turn south the second that Potter gets his head out of his arse. I can't take that risk."
He sighed lightly, looking over at Pansy skeptically. He got into these messes because it's all he knew, really. Being manipulated by the Dark Lord to serve as a punishment for his father's mistake, and in the end losing the best mentor and friend that Draco had ever confided in had nearly been too much for him. Yet, here he was, doing this all over again.