Something I Need to Tell You
Disclaimer: All rights to J. K. Rowling.
Draco was picking me up 6:30 for our date. I should have been happy, I loved Draco! I mean, all of those meaningful stares at each other meant something, right? But there was something that i had to do tonight, and I couldn't stop thinking about how he would react. As I was getting ready, polishing my deep red skin, the phone rang. It was my sister.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Apple. Are you still going out with Draco tonight?" She asked me.
"Yes. He should be picking me up in about- oh. He's late..." I responded, slightly let down.
"Oh. Alright, Apple. But remember what we talked about."
"How the hell do you think I could forget?! I've been with him for over a year, and I don't want this to be what ends our happiness! Why does he have to know?"
"You do know that there's no way you can stop him from finding out... "
"I know. I can't stand this feeling inside me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ye-" Right then there was a knock on my door. "I have to go! He's here!" And I hung up before my sister could say any more.
"The door is open!" I called to Draco.
He walked in and smiled when he saw me.
"Hey, Apple," He said in that sexy tone he used on me on romantic occasions like tonight. "You look amazing."
"Thanks," I said, blushing. (Though it's not like you could tell, with my skin color.)
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yeah. Let's go."
He picked me up and walked out the door with me in his warm, soft hands. Dammit, Apple, don't get distracted by his gorgeous, gray eyes, and white, silky hai- FUCK!
At the resturaunt, Draco set me on the table and sat down across from me. I was trying to enjoy myself, but but all I could think about was what I had to tell Draco.
At nearly the end of our meal, Draco was in the middle of a long story about how many birds he's killed in wardrobes.
"-and so this bird- this one bird- he was all like, 'squaksquaketysquaksquak!', and I was all like,' DIE BITCH'-"
"Draco."
"Oh sorry, I mean, I said, 'Die you MUDBLOOD bitch'-"
"No, Draco. I love your story, but- but-" Oh, Godric, this was hard. But I had to tell him now. We were almost done eating, and I couldn't take this hanging over me any longer. I took a deep breath, and looked up at Draco. He was looking at me with concern and confusion. Oh, lord, that look is hot on him. Stay focused! Did I say hot? WHY WAS IT SO HOT IN HERE?
"Draco. There's something I need to tell you. And just remember, I love you." I said, and I took another deep breath.
"Baby, I love you too. You can tell me anything, and it won't change that," he comforted me, and he stroked my leaf.
I smiled up at him, but my smile didn't last long. With my gaze averted, I stuttered, "Draco, I- I'm- p- p-" JUST SPIT IT OUT! "Pansy's father."
AN:
HA! Did anyone expect a slightly different ending than Pansy's father? Yes? No? Maybe? Chicken-pot-pie? Ok I'm done.