"You're
my wife now, Pansy. That means you're a Malfoy, and that
means that you're required to go on Family Hols with us."
"But--"
"No
buts," Draco Malfoy turned away from his new wife. "I
expect you to be packed by morning, Pans."
As Pansy and Draco were bumped and jostled in the carriage, she thought wistfully of her holidays spent at home, sneaking out at night to see Theo, quick snogs shared under a tree, meeting Daphne for tea and shopping.
But she was a Malfoy now. Just like she always wanted.
Pansy could barely keep from crying.