RAWR!! This is weird...I know that if you know me you'd know that I hate Draco/Pansy, but, Someone wanted me to do one for them and now I've sorta grown more acceptiant...I still don't like them, but there not as low on my book...
Okay well I'm confused about this one, I was thinking about making it more than just a one shot...tell me, help me decide...Your reviews are Necessisary!
In some respects
I do suspect you've got a respectable side.
When pushed and pulled and pressured,
You seldom run and hide
But it's for someone else's benefits,
Not for what you want to do.
And until I've realized that you've realized,
I'm gonna say these words to you:
You don't know what love is,
You do as your told.
Just as a child of Ten Might act but your far too old.
Your not hopeless, or helpless, and I hate to sound cold…
But you don't know what love is,
You just do as your told.
I can see your man can't help you win
Any problems that may rise.
But in his mind there can be no sin,
If you never criticize.
You just keep on repeating,
All those empty " I love you's"
Until you see you deserved much better,
I'm gonna lay right into you.
You don't know what love is,
You do as your told.
Just as a child of Ten Might act but your far too old.
Your not hopeless, or helpless, and I hate to sound cold…
But you don't know what love is,
No you don't know what love is,
No you don't know what love is…
You just do as your told.
Yeah do as your told.
--the White stripes-you don't know what love is
Shell of what was...
Draco Malfoy leaned back in his chair lazily. Snape his uncle or not, was the most annoying, boring professor in the whole school. That droning, dull voice! Did his uncle even have a voice box?
Beside him sat none other than Pansy Parkinson, the Pureblood queen of Hogwarts. Of course. The sniveling bat never left his side. It was rather irritating. Her constant clinging to him, her inferior and childish obsession with his every move was wearing his patience thin. He wanted to snap her pretty pureblood neck, betrothed or not. The thought of being with her for the rest of his life made him want to gag.
Contrary to the rumors drifting through out the halls of Hogwarts, he and Pansy had never done anything. Anything more than Pansy's fixated clinging that was. He wouldn't touch her with a pole. She was a rich, spoiled brat who'd been with so many boys at the school it was absurd. God how he hated it!
Draco and Pansy had known each other since they were both young. Very young. Toddlers even. Though they didn't exactly hit it off as younger children. It was most likely because they were young he suspected. It was their parents idea to have them meet. Of curse, as with all betrothals.
Of course, as he looked at her now, she hadn't always been like that. Once, when they were a bit younger, just before entering Hogwarts, she was very enjoyable company.
Draco's father was as always, not the most known for his consideration. He was cruel and abusive in many ways. One day he and his father had gotten into a tiff and Draco had ended up with a bloody nose. He stomped off angry and hurt. It didn't take long to decided where to go; he went to the one person who had always felt welcome. He went to see Pansy.
She had been sitting in her room when he went up. Slightly he tapped on the door. She had been brushing her hair at the end of the bed. He remembered tapping on her door slightly and receiving a soft come in from her, inviting in her visitor.
She'd jumped up when she saw it was him. " Oh, Draco," She began, immediately she sprung up. With soft hands she lead him to the big white loveseat in the corner of her large, girly room.
She quickly left the room, returning with a warm, damp cloth. With an extremely gentle touch she patted the blood from his nose, focusing and hardly blinking.
That may have been the one thing he like about Pansy. She never asked him prying questions. She didn't speak a word. All that had mattered was that he'd gone to her. She would always take care of him after such fights.
She had been pretty back then too. Not beautiful, but pretty enough, in her own way. Her hair wasn't as short as it was now. It was a bit longer, to her mid back yet possibly sleeker and straighter. She had always been pale. Still was to the day. Back then she was paler than he was, and elegantly tall for her age. Against her jet black hair her face seemed to shine, almost as much as her sky blue eyes. And yes they were like the sky; tinted grey when she was angry, much like the sky before a storm. Light, crystal blue when she was happy, like the early morning sky, which they used to sit underneath and enjoy the day sometimes. Her nose always had been her most troubling feature. She especially hated it. It was small and boxy and a big reason that many kids of Hogwarts nicknamed her Pug-face Pansy. Still there had been something about her back then, Something soft and unrefined. She would always shine where ever they went together. And heaven knows Draco's mother Narcissia Malfoy loved the girl to pieces.
Then of course, she'd changed. She was sorted into Slytherin, but eventually that went straight to her head. She was then introduced to the fact that her blood was much purer than most others there, and the fact that she was much wealthier than most there. She was also known for her families name, and the fact that they were in good graces, much like his own family, with the dark lord. Her names didn't take long to sweep the halls, and then it didn't take long to sweep her of all self respect. She dose anything and everything she wants.
She was different than the Pansy he knew. That Pansy was dead now. In her place was the shell that was the Slytherin Queen bee and he couldn't hate it much more than he already did. He used to care so deeply for Pansy, but over the years, she'd destroyed every bit of who he'd call Pansy, there for he felt nothing for her, and didn't like her. She wasn't Pansy, she was an imposter in the body of his former childhood sweetheart.
Evidently he'd passed the rest of the class away reliving childhood memories because as he looked up the rest of the class was leaving. He looked up annoyed to see that the first thing he laid eyes on was the golden trio. There was Potter, looking smug as always. Then was the Weasley, god how he hated the Weasley. Then there was Granger, in all her mudblood glory. Well, at least she was pretty. Oh well, he shook the thought, being pretty didn't matter, she was still filthy just like the rest of her little gang. He hated those idiots. And they had the nerve to call the Granger girl the Hogwarts Princess. Well that was wrong. She most definitely wasn't. He sighed, walking out., then again if she wasn't, that'd leave only one girl to be the all mighty princess and that was none other than Pansy. Lord knows what she'd do then, if she was already this bad. He shook his head. She was a fool.
Speaking of which, he lowered his eyebrow as he felt her at his elbow. Smiling her little tiny Pansy smile she grabbed a hold of his arm a moment later.
Annoying twit. However he didn't push her off, as usual. His father had forbade it. Not that he cared exactly what his father thought, but still, he and Pansy had many memories. Plus he was far too civilized to cause a scene. Malfoy's kept their personal business silent and discrete. It was the Malfoy way.
Together he and Pansy mad way to their next class. She was quite the male magnate, much like he was female wise, though he couldn't see what they liked about her. He could see what he would like about her, if he did that was, but not them.
He had memories with Pansy, good ones that dated back to before she was a bloodsucking vampire. They had nothing with her. He knew just how beautiful Pansy could be when she wanted to. They knew that she had a somewhat pretty face, and a lot of money. The last part was all that mattered to them. He knew that Pansy was extremely trust worthy, and also that she had a dark past that made her unwilling to open up, really open up, to anyone. They didn't know any of that. So why did they like her so much? What did she have that made them want her so badly.
Not that he didn't know. She had a body, and she wasn't afraid to use it, give it out and put out most importantly. It actually surprised him that they even dared, what with her always hanging on his arm. Everyone at the school was scared of him, but evidently Pansy was good enough for them to risk his Wrath over.
He supposed that he did sort of make it obvious that he wasn't taken with her. He hardly looked at her anymore. However, that didn't matter.
Draco thought about it harder as they walked. If she really wanted him so desperately, then she would be offering herself out to so many damn guys. Seriously! He was Draco bloody Malfoy for crying out loud. It's not like he'd just be willing to share. Anything or anyone. So why would she act that way?
Pansy Parkinson was not to be understood by Draco. No sir. He didn't understand her one bit.
Another pesky memory popped into his head as he continued to walk. It wasn't actually that far back. Around third year, just before being Slytherin queen ate her brain. It was during Christmas break and they'd both gone home for the duration. Well that wasn't totally true, Pansy had gone to his mansion because her parents weren't home. They were 'out' was the most information that Lucius had offered. Pansy had been crying on the first night there. He heard her from his room one night. So, ever so carefully, he inched out into the hall and down to her door, which was at the very end of this particular hall way. So quietly he had been surprised she heard him he knocked, and she hiccupped before she invited him in. Good old Pansy.
She sniffled and he smiled at her softly. Well, softly enough for a Malfoy. " Hey, are you okay Pansy?" He asked. It was the first time since he'd known her that their roles were being reversed. This time he was taking care of her.
She nodded quietly, pushing her hair behind her ears. It was so shiny and soft. He padded towards her bed with bare feet. " You sure pet?" He asked one last time, perching himself beside her. She was in a long black, satin nightgown. It had glowed against her creamy white skin. Ever untouched by the sun.
" Yes Draco, I'm fine." Her voice was low, probably because she was trying not to cry. She was a brave little girl then.
He tilted his head to the side, reaching out and rubbing his hand over her hair. She smiled a bit, her nose red from crying. Without accepting any refusals he took both his hands and pulled her into a tight hug. She went rather willingly, falling into his chest. It took a moment before he heard her crying again. She was shaking slightly in his arms.
" Oh God Pansy what am I to do with you?" He asked quitely before he leaned back, peeled away the side of the big fully grey covers and stuck his feet under. Grinning at her they laid face to face. It was slightly dark, but the small lamp that was on was enough light for them both.
She chewed her lip in the darkness. " Thank you Draco." It was all she said. With that he pried no further. She never did it to him, he didn't do it to her. They had a since of mutual respect for each other that Draco didn't have with anyone else.
With a grin, he reached up and crushed his entire hand over her tiny, balled up one. He didn't say anything else. Neither did. They just laid in companionable silence until she drifted to sleep. Then as quietly as he could he slid out of the covers, replacing them snuggly around her.
With one last smile he leaned in and kissed her forehead before leaving the room as quietly as he'd entered. He didn't hear her crying the entire rest of the Christmas break.
As he thought back. He and Pansy did have lots of amazing memories, it's just that she'd changed. She'd become something he didn't particularly like. Damn her. And if she only knew. Idiot girl.
" Draco darling," She began, her lips moving sweetly. " What's the matter? You've been staring off like that all day."
He smirked," Don't let it bother your pretty little head Pansy." He said smoothly, taking a seat in their next class. She nestled in right beside him, not particularly taking her hand off of his arm
She seemed to be fully satisfied with the fact that he'd said anything to her at all.
Shaking his head, this most definitely wasn't the Pansy he knew. And Draco knew one thing for certain, if she was going to be his wife, he was going to break her into doing things his way. She was his betrothed wasn't she? Yes she was. Therefore she was going to comply. He'd had enough of his future wife running amuck. He wasn't going to be the first Malfoy in history to have a disobedient wife. He'd put her in her place alright, just wait.
" Pansy," He said sweetly, looking at her sitting contently beside him.
She looked excited from the attention, " Yes Draco?" She oozed and he had to refrain from rolling his eyes.
" Get off of me." He said softly, but not unthreateningly. She immediately let go. Good girl. She'd learn. He was going to break her in. He wanted his old Pansy back, and he was going to get her. Sooner or later.
OKAY PLEASE REVIEW!!
TELL ME IF I SHOULD CONTINUE IT OR MAKE IT A ONESHOT!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! Also this is the first dracoXpansy I've writen, so be easy on me...I don't like the pair and I'm not farmiliar with the pair, so if it sux, tell me I can take it...Thanx Mr. PiGG! REVIEW!!