OK, this is kind of the opposite of my Ron/Hermione story, meaning, it's Draco/Pansy. Normally, I hate Slytherin's, but I thought the pairing to tempting to refuse to write a story about them. I hope you enjoy!
"Oh Draco, it's beautiful!" Pansy said as she fingered the diamond necklace as Draco tenderly clasped it around her pale neck. In her mind Pansy was viewing the faces of all the other girls, and their jealousy. Draco always gave her such nice things, and none of the other witches where she lived got as nice of things as she did.
"You really thing so, darling?" Draco said smoothly and kissed her neck.
"It's perfect." she said, and faced him. Draco's usual cold glare was never used on Pansy, no, a different, fake, side of Draco appeared when she came into the room, a softer, more loving side. Of course, Pansy knew this was fake also, but she didn't want to spoil Draco's fun, and it was nice having a boy be so wonderful to her.
"We must get going then, the carriage is outside, the driver's been made to wait longer than he should have." Draco often stated the obvious around Pansy, sometimes acting as if she were an imbicile.
"Alright, just let me finish my hair." she said. Pansy took out her wand and faced a large, mahogany-framed mirror, a very expensive item no doubt, and muttered a few charms. Her dull, black, face-distorting hair turned into long, beautiful, flowing, silky hair. She was a sight for sore eyes, and it was obvious that she would make Draco proud tonight.
"And who all is to be there, tonight, Draco?" Pansy asked. She hadn't heard anything about the Ministry Party until about a week ago, and of course, she only expected an invitation to Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy, but had forgotten the aspect of certain other invitees.
"No one worth talking to, or even looking at, really." Draco sighed. "Ministry has gone to the dogs. Honestly, with that Arthur Weasley in charge of things now, and such idiots as Potter and Weasley as Auror's, you'd think that the government would fall apart in days." he opened the door for Pansy and she stepped lightly in. The carriage was warm and cozy.
"Full of mud bloods?" Pansy asked. The term had become quite a casual word around the Malfoy home. She knew it was disrespectful, but since when did any of the muggle borns earn the respect of the pure bloods?
"Yes, quite. The only ounce of respectability that the Weasley's deserve is in their pure blood, which is so dirtied by their actions, I expect they're less than half now. And they are spreading, I heard that Ron and Hermione are having a child."
"Oh really?" Pansy took in much more interest now. Gossip was her special area, spreading and hearing. She knew nearly everything about everyone, including the undeserving mud bloods. "How long have you known this?"
"For a month now. I wasn't quite sure, but last I saw her she had put on a few pounds."
"What do you mean by a few?" Pansy was determined. Hermione had always looked better than her at every party or ball that they both had attended, and she longed to be the bell of whatever ball she could be in place of Hermione.
"About, ten or twenty. Fairly normal for a pregnant woman, isn't it?"
"Oh yes, yes it is." Pansy grinned inwardly. There was no way a fat pregnant woman could beat her beauty. If Pansy really had any beauty in the first place. "And what of our other friends? Blaise Zabini? How has he been?"
"Actually, I was about to ask you. He barely got free, after his trial I mean. They nearly caught him. They caught many of the Deatheaters. Potter, mostly." Draco growled when he said Harry's name. The grudge and hatred between Potter and Malfoy had never lifted, and it never would. Draco had tried on many occasions before to kill Potter, but none had worked out how he planned. This had caused much anger from the Dark Lord, who's even legend had faded now.
"Well, Millicent is doing fine, I just got an owl from her. She says that she and that Nott child are expecting a baby."
"Child? My dear Pansy, it was nearly five years ago we graduated from Hogwarts and you are still using those terms?"
"I can't seem to get it out of my system." she couldn't. Once an insulting, devious, self centered woman, always an insulting, devious, self centered woman.
"Perhaps Blaise will be there tonight." Draco said hopefully after a long pause.
"Perhaps," Pansy said almost distantly. Blaise had always been a good friend to her, but once he had become a Deatheater what little good was left of him was gone. Of course, she had been a Deatheater along side him, but he seemed to think that everyone was the enemy now.
"Ah, here we are," Draco said as the carriage pulled up to the phone booth. "Sorry, it is a tight squeeze," and Draco led Pansy into the phone boothe, awaiting the woman's voice, to let them into the annual Ministry of Magic Ball.
"Oh Draco, it's beautiful!" Pansy said as she fingered the diamond necklace as Draco tenderly clasped it around her pale neck. In her mind Pansy was viewing the faces of all the other girls, and their jealousy. Draco always gave her such nice things, and none of the other witches where she lived got as nice of things as she did.
"You really thing so, darling?" Draco said smoothly and kissed her neck.
"It's perfect." she said, and faced him. Draco's usual cold glare was never used on Pansy, no, a different, fake, side of Draco appeared when she came into the room, a softer, more loving side. Of course, Pansy knew this was fake also, but she didn't want to spoil Draco's fun, and it was nice having a boy be so wonderful to her.
"We must get going then, the carriage is outside, the driver's been made to wait longer than he should have." Draco often stated the obvious around Pansy, sometimes acting as if she were an imbicile.
"Alright, just let me finish my hair." she said. Pansy took out her wand and faced a large, mahogany-framed mirror, a very expensive item no doubt, and muttered a few charms. Her dull, black, face-distorting hair turned into long, beautiful, flowing, silky hair. She was a sight for sore eyes, and it was obvious that she would make Draco proud tonight.
"And who all is to be there, tonight, Draco?" Pansy asked. She hadn't heard anything about the Ministry Party until about a week ago, and of course, she only expected an invitation to Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy, but had forgotten the aspect of certain other invitees.
"No one worth talking to, or even looking at, really." Draco sighed. "Ministry has gone to the dogs. Honestly, with that Arthur Weasley in charge of things now, and such idiots as Potter and Weasley as Auror's, you'd think that the government would fall apart in days." he opened the door for Pansy and she stepped lightly in. The carriage was warm and cozy.
"Full of mud bloods?" Pansy asked. The term had become quite a casual word around the Malfoy home. She knew it was disrespectful, but since when did any of the muggle borns earn the respect of the pure bloods?
"Yes, quite. The only ounce of respectability that the Weasley's deserve is in their pure blood, which is so dirtied by their actions, I expect they're less than half now. And they are spreading, I heard that Ron and Hermione are having a child."
"Oh really?" Pansy took in much more interest now. Gossip was her special area, spreading and hearing. She knew nearly everything about everyone, including the undeserving mud bloods. "How long have you known this?"
"For a month now. I wasn't quite sure, but last I saw her she had put on a few pounds."
"What do you mean by a few?" Pansy was determined. Hermione had always looked better than her at every party or ball that they both had attended, and she longed to be the bell of whatever ball she could be in place of Hermione.
"About, ten or twenty. Fairly normal for a pregnant woman, isn't it?"
"Oh yes, yes it is." Pansy grinned inwardly. There was no way a fat pregnant woman could beat her beauty. If Pansy really had any beauty in the first place. "And what of our other friends? Blaise Zabini? How has he been?"
"Actually, I was about to ask you. He barely got free, after his trial I mean. They nearly caught him. They caught many of the Deatheaters. Potter, mostly." Draco growled when he said Harry's name. The grudge and hatred between Potter and Malfoy had never lifted, and it never would. Draco had tried on many occasions before to kill Potter, but none had worked out how he planned. This had caused much anger from the Dark Lord, who's even legend had faded now.
"Well, Millicent is doing fine, I just got an owl from her. She says that she and that Nott child are expecting a baby."
"Child? My dear Pansy, it was nearly five years ago we graduated from Hogwarts and you are still using those terms?"
"I can't seem to get it out of my system." she couldn't. Once an insulting, devious, self centered woman, always an insulting, devious, self centered woman.
"Perhaps Blaise will be there tonight." Draco said hopefully after a long pause.
"Perhaps," Pansy said almost distantly. Blaise had always been a good friend to her, but once he had become a Deatheater what little good was left of him was gone. Of course, she had been a Deatheater along side him, but he seemed to think that everyone was the enemy now.
"Ah, here we are," Draco said as the carriage pulled up to the phone booth. "Sorry, it is a tight squeeze," and Draco led Pansy into the phone boothe, awaiting the woman's voice, to let them into the annual Ministry of Magic Ball.