I know, It's short! lol more coming soon! Just wanted to get this out here. xD
Chapter One: It Still Hurts
A Dransy Story
Draco sat in front of the fire on the plush dusty old couch, reading his book in the dim light of the Slytherin common room. His feet sat upon the creaky wooden table in front of him, one foot crossed over the other at the ankles. His weekend wardrobe was simple; black pants, gray turtleneck, shined shoes. Across the room, lurking in the shadows, only visible by a sliver of moonlight, Pansy Parkinson sat in an emerald chair, legs pulled up against her heaving chest. She had been crying silently for over an hour, keeping up the childish believe that Draco would notice her and comfort her.
Pansy sniffed once more, looking out the window to the full moon, letting the fantasy of Draco Malfoy being her prince fly away with the puffy gray clouds floating across the moon. Draco heard her final sniff, craning his neck ever so slightly, at last noticing her.
"Pansy?" said Draco, closing his book, standing to face her silhouette, his face contorted with confusion.
Pansy just let out a sob, nodding, letting her face fall to her knees.
"What happened to you," he said with a thick layer of irritation in his voice. "What load of rubbish are you on about this time?"
She looked up, clutching at the fabric over her shins. "Blaise cheated on me."
To that, Draco rolled his eyes and snorted. "Why am I not surprised?"
He rolled his eyes, shoving a hand in his pocket, feeling the contents of it: Lint, old mint wrappers, and the locket that he'd been saving for months.
Pansy wiped her tears, make up slightly running down her cheek, her face glittering. "Draco, you aren't helping."
"Who said that I was trying to?" He looked at the wall, the floor, anywhere but at the broken hearted face of Pansy Parkinson, as he fingered the locket one last time.
Draco turned on his heel and descended the cool stone stairs into the safety of his dorm room.