The Serpent and his Flower
A/N: Hi guys! This story is co-written by two friends who are big fans of the Harry Potter series. When we stumbled across this site a few years ago, we instantly fell in love with the imaginative realm of HP fanfiction and today, we will be showing you our first attempt at a fanfic. This is a Draco/Pansy pairing; a couple we've always found bitterly hilarious and a tad gross. However, we want to test out our skills before we write a serious fic about people we actually like (JL squee!). So please enjoy and R&R!
~Chapter 1: Aboard the Hogwarts Express~
Pansy Parkinson boarded the train, flipping her long blonde curls out of her face as she attempted to lift her suitcase up. Boy, was it heavy! As she heaved and struggled, a sexy voice spoke from behind her.
"You know, Parkinson, you could use magic to lift that. Tsk, my fair witch! Here, allow me to assist you!"
Pansy flushed as Draco Malfoy hoisted the suitcase over his shoulder with apparent ease, leading the way to his compartment. She felt quite tongue-tied around this elegant young man; he was so eloquent! so gentle! so suave!
Treading along after him and avoiding the shrieking pupils running down the corridor (really! Children these days!) she slipped into the seat next to the blonde serpent.
"Thanks so much, Draco!" Pansy fluttered breathlessly, her cheeks still pink.
"Well then," said the young man, crossing his arms across his chest in a perfect image of calm indifference that made her heart beat faster, "We just need to wait for Crabbe and Goyle to come along."
Pansy inwardly groaned. Crabbe and Goyle, Draco's two cronies, simply repulsed her. Yes, yes, she KNEW she was supposed to like them, being in Slytherin and all that but really, they were UGLY. And she secretly admitted to herself that she was looking forward to a nice train ride alone with Draco Malfoy.
Draco, whose features were sculpted perfectly, his finely chiseled profile was stunning to lay one's eyes upon and Pansy always felt that rush of adrenaline course through her body whenever they locked eyes.
The truth was, Pansy had had a crush on Draco ever since they met a few years ago. It was at an exclusive pureblooded Christmas party that the Greengrass family held, and upon discovering that they were the same age, Pansy and Draco happily played together under the Christmas tree.
Of course, those silly rabbits Daphne and Astoria were all over Draco, but he ignored them and gave Pansy his undivided attention. When the party finished late at night, they had sworn to be best friends and promised to write to each other.
As expected though, this brief friendship had not lasted long, but Pansy had always nursed her feelings for him, even after they had dropped all correspondence. But, as if by some miracle, they had met again on the Hogwarts Express on their first ever ride to the school, and Pansy was certain that it was fate at work.
She was musing over these sentiments when the compartment door was roughly pulled open and Crabbe and Goyle tumbled in. Draco looked at them, a contemptuous expressing gracing his fine features.
"Really, boys, is this the way to insert yourself into a room? We have company today! A lady, too! You will express your apologies instantly!" He chided.
"Oh Draco," Pansy began, slightly embarrassed but also immensely flattered, "It's really alright. I don't mind! Besides, we're all such good friends that I don't think you should treat me as 'company'."
Draco waved her generosity away with a flick of his white, marble hand. "You shouldn't make such excuses for them, Pansy. As the superior purebloods, we should always conduct ourselves with grace and manner. Indeed, it should come naturally to us."
"We beg your pardons, Draco and Miss Parkinson!" Crabbe and Goyle stammered, cheeks pinkening when they saw Pansy poised gracefully on the seat with a demure smile upon her cherry-pink lips, "But that bloody mudblood Granger knocked over half the people in the corridors to get to her ugly, blood-traitor, ginger boyfriend!"
Draco sighed heavily. "Really, I'll forgive you this time, I suppose, but it really is embarassing when a lady is here and you two just HAVE to behave so unbecomingly."
Crabbe and Goyle muttered something incomprehensible and sat down opposite the two immaculate blondes. An awkward silence ensued; despite, or perhaps because they were sixth years, Crabbe and Goyle did not know how to behave around girls, especially girls as radiantly pretty as Pansy Parkinson. Pansy merely wanted to have some quality alone time with Draco, but he was quite oblivious to the awkwardness of her situation, simply happy to be surrounded by his best friends.