Lacing through each tree branch, the wind hummed along the beautiful landscape. A small pink flower was picked up by the fall breeze, twirling along the Manor's garden. Suddenly, it was sucked into a rather strong current, and through an open window of the large estate. The flower's destination was now into a library, smelling of firewood and hot chocolate.
In a velvet red couch sat two teenagers, faces creased with long lasting laugher. Our flower gently caressed Pansy's hair, sending it into flowing black tides along Draco's chest.
Draco's face lit up as his eyes fell upon the flower that had been carried in through the window and onto Pansy. Pansy's head was comfortably positioned on his lap, and Draco's form seemed to be melting into the frame of the couch.
"Lovely," He mumbled smoothly, placing the flower behind her ear delicately.
"Pfst," Pansy countered his romantic gesture, sitting up quickly and forcing a condemning finger into his nose with a poke. "I will not be wooed so easily, Mr. Malfoy. You've yet to come up with a rhyme!" Pansy's voice was filled with loving tease as she attempted to maintain a mock look of outrage.
"Alright alright," Draco surrendered, his handsome face feigning innocence as he batted his eyelashes a few times, "I was only complimenting you on your beauty."
Pansy rolled her eyes with a small smile, but shook her head stubbornly.
"Hmmm…. Well… since you seem so convinced that we have to play this stupid game –"
"It is not –"
"AHHA!" Draco practically jumped off of the couch as a mental light bulb seemed to flicker on, "Mumbling whore!"
…
"Oh damn."
"Mmhm."
"That's actually a good one."
"I know."
"Shush you!" Pansy threw a magenta pillow at Draco's face before diving her pale hand into the large container. She drew out a box, and unwrapped it to show a chocolate frog. Pansy had perfected the art of capturing the little monsters when she was a child, and instantly was ready for the frog's escape plan. Her finger's tightly wrapped around the creamy chocolate before she stuffed it into her mouth.
"Very ladylike."
Pansy chose to ignore Draco's comment as she examined the Wizard Card that came inside her chocolate frog's box. "Felix Summerbee," She muttered through her chocolately bites, her mind reeling.
When you were stuck in library for hours upon hours, you had a tendency to get desperate for any type of entertainment. Finding dirty words in the dictionaries proved to grow boring after the first two hours, and Draco was horrid at singing; it had resorted to rhyming to the names off of the Wizard Cards.
"I'll fix a rubber tree?"
Draco scoffed, shaking his head in rejection to the rookie rhyme, "And you have the nerve to – "
Pansy held up a hand to Draco, silencing him, her brown eyes locked on the large wooden doors that lead to the hallway. "Did you hear that," Pansy whispered, starting to stand up from the couch.
"Hear what?"
"It was like a sob or something… Is your father home?" Pansy questioned from pure concern, but the sudden flash in Draco's gray eyes made her rethink her words, "I mean… Oh Draco, I heard a yell. Let's just go see, alright?"
Without speaking, Draco stood and nodded, but his true emotions were still hidden under that hardened mask that seemed to appear anytime his father was mentioned, especially under the suspicion that he was once again hurting innocents.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," Pansy trailed off, her eyes shyly following the floor as they stepped onto the white marble floor leading away from the library.
The Malfoy Manor was beautiful. Paintings lined every wall, and all of the decoration was professionally made and placed by a designer. A shimmering chandelier loomed over the couple's heads as they glanced around for the cause of the noise.
"VIOLET YOU KNOW DAMNED WELL WHAT I MEAN."
A violent roar sounded from the door to their left, causing both Slytherins to stop dead in their tracks. To anyone that had ever encountered Narcissa Malfoy when angered, there was no question in how she had been able to deal with Death Eaters all of her life. But to curse in such a vulgar manner, especially to such an important ally as Violet Parkinson, there had to be something terribly amiss.
With a soft squeeze of assurance as Draco took her hand, Pansy slowly approached the door when her mother started speaking.
"I—I didn't realize Pansy was in such trouble, you must believe me."
"Not only will they take her life, but it's endangering my own son's as well!"
"Look—"
"DO NOT TOUCH ME. Do not come near my house ever again, your daughter is a traitor. She's a filthy whore!"
"Now see here," Mrs. Parkinson's voice rose as Draco's hardened eyes surveyed Pansy with confusion as they stood in front of the door, "Pansy may have started that rebellion, but she certainly is not guilty of any charges beyond that."
"The Dark Lord believes differently," Narcissa's voice spoke solemnly, but her temper seemed to be fading slightly.
"Oh come on Narcissa, you know it to be false. You've seen, as I, your son and my daughter together. From that alone, you must know that she had nothing to do with any sort of blood disloyalties. Pansy merely was afraid, as we all are, of the outcome of this war. Perhaps she took it too far… do you really condemn her to death for it?"
Pansy's pulse was pounding against her entire body, suddenly unable to take anymore. Ripping her hand out of Draco's, Pansy took off down the hall, tears streaming down her pale face.
She's torn up her letter of approval for her initiation into the Death Eaters two months ago. Pansy's friend, Blaise, had also seemed fit to do the same. They'd laughed about it, and called a toast to forget worries until the time came to stand up and fight for what they honestly believed—which was still a mystery to even them.
Unfortunately, Ronald Weasley had chose that exact time to bust into the common room looking for Granger, (Blaise had made head boy, and Hermione head girl) and hear their entire rant. He'd seemed oddly impressed with the two, acting as if their resistance to becoming Death Eaters was along the same lines as joining up and fighting the Dark Lord single handedly.
Blaise had gotten annoyed, stormed off to his dorm, and left Pansy and Ron alone.
The tension had been so thick, that Pansy could hardly contain herself from blurting out,
"It's not like we're on your side now."
Ron had smirked, shook his head, and stood up to go find Hermione elsewhere,
"But you're doing what's right."
Pansy was now to the Gardens, her frail figure falling ungracefully to the thick green grass. Blaise must have told—it was what their kind did best, after all. But suggesting that Pansy had had an affair with Weasley, and stretching it to the point of her penalty being death? That was so evil it nearly screamed Lucius Malfoy in itself.
"Pansy," a husk voice came from behind her, causing her tears to fall even faster than before, "What have you done?"
Pansy felt a rough hand delicately tuck some of her black hair behind her ear, forcing her eyes to linger upon his delicate face. Draco Malfoy had been her childhood obsession since the age of 3. He was beautiful, graceful, and everything she'd been taught to desire. Of course, he could be a bit arrogant at times—but roughly, Draco Malfoy was the all around perfect idol for a Pureblood's fantasies, nevertheless; Pansy felt like he never really got her, and she was certain that he would not understand this at all.
"I tore up my DE letter and Blaise must have told," Pansy finally let out in a soft voice, refusing to meet Draco's dagger gaze.
Draco swore loudly, quickly standing up and away from her, anger radiating out of his eyes.
"How could you be so stupid?! Don't you even care about us?"
Pansy felt her anger start to simmer, her tears starting to thicken out of frustration. "Exactly what does that have to do with any of this?"
Draco twisted his head to stare at her, "You took the risk of breaking us apart just so you wouldn't have to carry out family tradition, Pans!"
"I didn't realize I was being forced to choose between my boyfriend and my happiness," Pansy slowly hissed, pulling herself up from the ground, "I suppose it was wrong of me to assume that my boyfriend would have my happiness as an interest too."
"You're so selfish! You don't even care about anyone but yourself," Draco's pale hands were clenched as he paced around her.
"Oh ho ho," Pansy laughed, throwing her dark hair behind her with a sadistic laughed, "I completely forgot. Not wanting to murder innocent people makes me selfish."
Draco's pale face was filled with complete disgust as he drew near to Pansy. She didn't flinch back, however, for Pansy knew that no matter how angry and ignorant Draco might be at the moment, Malfoys did not hit women.
With a small hiss, Draco finally responded, his body tensed with anger, "Leave. Enemies are not welcome."
"Enemy?! Are you out of your god damned mind—"
"I SAID LEAVE!"
There was a small pause where Pansy's disbelieving eyes waited for him to take it back, but he only pointed towards the exit, "NOW!"
Mm.
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