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Pansy kicked a pebble until it splashed into the lake. Rain fell around her, soaking her hair, her clothes, her face. Disguising the tears that fell from her eyes.
"Parkinson." A voice called and Pansy spun, well aware of who stood behind. She nodded slightly and looked back at the lake. "I knew you'd be here." Pansy nodded once more, this time letting her body fall into a sitting position. Draco followed. "The weathers exeptionally warm for December." He started, sighing inwardly when there was no response from the girl. "Look at me." He said cooly, his eyes content on the side of her face. She stayed stolid, and he repeated the command once more. "Look at me, Pansy." The personal address surprised the girl, and she did as asked. Draco brought his face close to hers, brushing his callused lips over hers. She immediately pulled back, brows crossed.
"How dare you." She whispered, closing her eyes tightly to keep the floodgate of water from behind them secure. He touched her arm, and she pulled away. "Cut it out, Malfoy. It's no use pretending to be someone you're not." They sat in silence for what felt like forever. He sighed, putting his hands down to position himself up, but she grabbed his wrist, her long finger nails digging into his skin harshly. "How dare you." Malfoy inhaled deeply, as if to start a sentance that never materialized. "You're only sorry because you want the lay." Once again, Malfoy remained silent, but this time it was due more to the fact that Pansy had his mouth covered by hands that were stroking his cheekbones. "And because Brocklehurst has gone home for the holidays."
"Parkinson, you don't understand. I don't wa-" He started, but was cut off by her lips crashing upon his. "Mandy." He choaked out, as his body and mind seemed at odds with each other.
"Don't worry about it. You know I'm not that type of girl, Malfoy," Pansy said, standing up. Malfoy looked at her, completely confused. The only reason he had come down to the lake in the first place was to make sure the earlier escapade that she had walked in on before Mandy's departure home hadn't made her too upset. She was awfully posessive, after all, and if word got around to others that he was actually in a relationship with someone other than a Slytherin, dire consquences were almost certain. A relationship. The words burned through his mind, and echoed through his ears.
"Well, I don't suppose..." Malfoy began, his voice fading as he realized that, for the uptenth time that evening, he really had no idea what to say.
"I'm not the type of girl that would leave you over the holidays." Pansy threw herself in front of Draco once more, and he let his hands slip around her waist.
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A/N: I haven't written in forever. That's a lie, actually. I have, but I haven't uploaded. This short piece may be confusing, but I tried to use character traits and such and...yeah. More stuff to come.