Summary: Pansy still can't forget Draco, no matter how hard she tries. Onesided Pansy/Draco, implied Pansy/Gregory. Post-war. T for language.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP, I'm not British, but my name does begin with J.
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Live and Forget
a Harry Potter fanfic written by Jen Kritique
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Pansy Parkinson still hadn't forgiven Draco Malfoy.
Or his wife, for that matter.
Astoria fucking Greengrass.
Who was now Astoria Malfoy.
Ever since Pansy met Draco, she knew that they were destined to be together. Their parents first put them together when she was seven, several years after the Dark Lord's fall. When she asked her mother, she said that the pair of them looked simply adorable together. Pansy agreed wholeheartedly. Her dark straight tresses contrasted utterly amazingly with Draco's silver blond hair. They were both slender with good posture, and even dumb Daphne had remarked that they made a good couple.
They rivaled Potter and his little gang of friends ever since they started at Hogwarts. She and the other Slytherins of their year- her, Draco, Daphne, Millicent, Vincent, Gregory, and Blaise- were all one team. Seven years spend there in total.
In her first few years, they bullied people together. Longbottom was one of their most common victims, though she took most pleasure in that chipmunk-faced Granger. Draco darling had spent lots of time ridiculing that ridiculous blood traitor Weasley. Ron. What a joke. He deserved it.
She couldn't believe how in third year that bird-thing, that hippogriff, injured him! What a stupid animal. It was supposed to respect the good people and attack the bad ones. Instead that insolent creature hurt Draco and was pleasant to Potter! She'd been so delighted when it was going to be executed. It escaped, but she enjoyed picturing people beheading it in her mind anyways.
Then fourth year arrived, a splendid one. Maybe even number one. They went to the damn Yule Ball together! What fun it had been. Her pink dress was the finest thing created since her birth. The frills only enhanced the beauty. Though it ticked her off that a celebrity like Viktor Krum asked Granger to it, she had to accept the fact that some people just didn't have as much brainpower as her. Though many people believed she and Draco had been romantically involved that year, they unfortunately weren't.
Oh, fifth year! That had to be second best. Dolores Umbridge had to be the best Defense against the Dark Arts teacher ever. She actually appreciated the good students! The Inquisitorial Squad was simply the best idea ever. Only some students of Hogwarts could be in it, and of course it was all Slytherins, because they had the best house. They got to dock so many points. She would never be able to forget Ginny Weasley's face. Ha.
And in that year that oaf Hagrid was replaced most of the time by Professor Grubby-Plank! What a smart choice. They got to see Unicorns, which were secretly her favorite magical creature. They were so beautiful and pure, just like her.
There were also the times where they sang Weasley is out King. The splendor. That red-head never even saw it coming. They would sing it so loud during the Quiddich matches, and that redhead would be so embarrassed and would miss catching every single damn goal. What an idiot, and shame it had to come to an end.
Sixth year was not the best. She thought that she and Draco had gotten closer, he let her stroke his fucking hair for lord's sake (and hell yes was it soft), but at the end of the year she was shocked along with everyone else at the events and Draco's role. The Death Eaters were slowly taking their control starting that moment, and though she didn't complain, Pansy knew that they would pull her man even farther away from her.
Seventh year. There were no words at all to describe those events; how the Dark Lord had resumed ultimate power. Pansy only gained the benefits from his control since she was a Slytherin and Pureblood. They were favored among all the other students, but Pansy didn't feel fully happy. Only a few select students that she bullied had the heart to contradict her. It became so un-fun, but it was better than before. She was expected to rejoice in this regime of darkness. She looked like she did on the outside, but only half of her was really content.
The Final Battle. It came, and she glimpsed it. Of course she never participated, because her life was too precious to spare. She wanted to accept the Dark Lord's request for the tribute of Harry to stop the battle, but everyone else turned on her. They were so stupid. Wasn't it better to give up one life for the sake of thousands? It would be a better world with the Dark Lord with control. Muggles would be demoted to the lowly position they deserved, and Purebloods would get appreciation.
But she didn't run away from the battles, unlike the rest of her cowardly school. This Slytherin, along with some of her other friends, went with Lucius Malfoy. Her fear of battle and blood was still caught up in her chest, and she went just to ensure the safety of Draco.
Yet that blond traitor deserted her. When she offered to go with him, Gregory and Vincent to take on Potter and his pals, he pushed her away.
"Go away, Pansy. I don't like you, never have. Your skills will help me in no way against Potter. Go run away, be the coward you are."
"B-but D-Draco… I-I love you…"
"I don't give a damn."
So she ran away from him, his cold glare permanently etched in her brain. Sharp as steel.
It took her longer than it should've to reach the escapees from the battle. Her vision had been blurred by her flowing tears; she had to constantly sniffle because of her runny nose. But she could still see the bodies around her. One of the girls she recognized, a Hufflepuff one year younger than her who she'd ridiculed. Her whole body had been savaged by the claws of a werewolf. Pansy's breath was stolen, and then she ran away again, her hair blowing in the wind like a cape.
When she finally reached that accursed portrait, she tripped, then went in. There she arrived at the Hog's Head, and that stupid bartender pointed her without words to the direction of where the other students had escaped to. When she got there, the students all glared at her, wishing that she'd never came. For once Pansy saw the truth. They had never been hateful of her out of jealousy, they'd always hated her for who she was. As Draco did. And all of the other people she called her friends. Nobody loved her. She'd finally known why.
They all formed some sort of ring of abandonment around her while walking, and the Gryffindors stared at her the most hatefully. She cringed under their gaze, and then turned away to see the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Pansy would break out into tears once more, face buried in her expensive school uniform and eyes bloodshot, cheeks ungainly red. Nobody held any sympathy. Why should they?
In the end, she put up a mask once Potter had defeated the Dark Lord. She pretended that she was happy once more, that the Dark Lord had been vanquished. Mock happiness. Mock cheer. And the whole time she tried to prevent herself from looking at Draco. It was a lost cause. Over and over again she would look into those beautiful sharp grey eyes and wish that they were on her.
She looked at the rest of the Slytherins at her table. Millicent actually seemed genuinely happy, as did the Greengrass sisters. Blaise was like her, trying to look happy but failing.
But Gregory was the most shocking.
He looked even more broken than her.
And when she asked him about it tenderly, he said that he'd watched his best friend Vincent die in front of his very own eyes.
That was even worse than a broken heart.
So she vowed to do one good thing in her life and help another human being.
But she never forgot the one true person who was in charge of her heart.
In the end, she never saw him regularly again. She saw his face in the newspapers, handsome superficial smile as he posed with his wife, Astoria. They were one of the most talked about couples ever, after the Potters and Weasleys.
She eventually got married too. To Gregory.
Pansy didn't love him, but they were both two broken people who had to be tied together in some sort of way to help each other out. It was a contract with the Devil. They had no chemistry, no real love- but they supported each other, and that was good enough.
The wedding was plain. He looked ridiculous in a suit and tie, and her dress was the plainest thing she'd ever worn in her life. It was nice. The ceremony wasn't the luxurious wedding she'd planned out ever since she met Draco, but the fact that a man actually gave her a ring and offered his hand in marriage touched her heart.
It was nineteen years after the war. She was in the kitchen, sipping coffee as Gregory slept late. Her daughter, Rece, was still asleep too. Pansy was an early riser.
But a in a few minutes her daughter hopped down the stairs, innocent face happy and calm. Rece had never been plagued by lovesickness of the weight of being forced to be a supporter of a tyrant.
Her face was angular and sharp, unlike either Pansy or Gregory, but her hair was short and cropped, just hers during her first years of school. Her hair was the color of Pansy's also, dark black.
She didn't know how Rece got those eyes. They were shimmering grey, just like Draco's but with a bit of life. Pansy forced herself to look into them, for her daughter's sake.
"Good morning, Mum."
Her voice is low for a girl's, and a bit raspy. It probably got passed down from Gregory.
Pansy once swore to herself to never forget Draco Malfoy. It's made easier by the fact that her daughter has a huge crush on his son.
Fin.
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As a note, Rece means cold in Romanian.
I apologize beforehand of any spelling/grammar errors.
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