Author's Note: a Pansy/Draco ficcie…I hardly EVER see any of those!!! It's Draco and Pansy's 5th year in Hogwarts and Pansy's close friends visits. It's around the time of the Yule Ball. CONSTRUCTIVE flames are welcomed. I must admit though, it's a bit weird. It's the 1st chapter, so the P/D interaction will be shown in later chapters.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. ain't mine. The only characters I do own are Damien, Adam, Eve, Roxanne, Nicolette, Erik, Ethan, Xander, and Caleb. The songs featured in the fic ain't mine either…nor do I own the Little Princess or the show Charmed.

Why Do Fools Fall in Love? Chapter 1: Pansy's Story

I lay awake on my bed…my thoughts dancing about in my head.

My cat, Ebony, whom I've decided to bring this year, purrs softly asleep, on her silk cushion.

My roommates, Blaise among them, are all in deep slumber.

I take the moment to clear out my thoughts, for being girls that we are, we like to talk a lot. Though, I never seem to be able to express my inner thoughts and true self when with my "friends".

In fact, I don't even consider them friends, except for Blaise, of course. They don't know a single thing about myself, or the things I've experienced. Nicolette (Nikki), Roxanne (Roxy), Blaise, and ugh…Eve…were the ones who, out of my girl friends, that knew me.

The real me, not the phony, bitchy, witch everyone seems to take me for…

The rest of them don't even know what I've been through.

What have I been through? A whole lot of shit, I prefer not to remember, but know I must face. It, in a way, has made me stronger.

I'll get to my life story later, but first, my detailed description of my close friends…Blaise is my best friend in the school (duh). We actually met in boarding school, 3 years before we came to Hogwarts.

From the moment when I complimented her on her straight, brunette hair, and hazel eyes, and she complimented me on my own dark brown waves, and green eyes, we instantly became friends.

Blaise is…well, Blaise. She's like a mix of Nikki, Roxy, and I. Blaise is somewhat soft-spoken, and she can be extremely unpredictable. She has a talent for music. She can play violin, piano, flute, and her voice is crisp, like a clear autumn's day. She's a bit of the "peacemaker" in our small group of close friends. But like Nikki, Roxy, and me, when you cross the line with her, you don't want to be in the same room as her.

Blaise was accepted to both Glory and Hogwarts, as was I. Her intention was to go to Glory, but on my behalf, she decided to go to Hogwarts with me. I owe so much to Blaise, and I promised myself I would make it up to her, since I knew perfectly well that she actually wanted to go to Glory instead.

Nicolette.

Sweet Nicolette…her auburn wavy hair always in a messy bun, and her deep blue eyes expressed her emotions perfectly.

We met when we were mere babies. So, obviously, I don't recall our first meeting. Regardless, Nikki and I grew up together, making us almost like close cousins.

Nikki was always a bit of a tomboy, but had a feminine side to her. Her 21 boyfriends prove that too.

She never had a need to be like everyone else or to prove herself to anyone.

She always said that as long as she and the people she cared about were happy, she didn't give a damn about what everyone else thought. Nikki is a very straight forward-type of person, as well.

I always admired her no-bull personality, and I've always wanted to be much like her, but my family pride and honor were in the way of me being like her honest self.

I envied Nikki, and I still do; I don't have the freedom to be exactly what I want to be.

I have to be what my family would approve and be proud of.

Nikki gets annoyed at me sometimes, being impatient, about some of the things (my "acts" she calls them) I do. I get upset at her sometimes too, for not understanding, but we both always get over it.

Nikki goes to Glory (a school in America) with her brother-in-law, Caleb, who is a heartbreaker, and a type of a juvenile brat, he jokes around, but never does anything so drastic. It just so happens, he is going out with Roxy, for about 2 years now…with a number of "breaks".

Roxanne, the little "hoe" known as Roxy.

She and I used to constantly bicker, and even today, we have our differences. I find her too forward when it comes to guys, that she has no dignity, flirting every minute she can, and her 42 boyfriends shows how flirtatious she is.

Yet, somehow, I am incredibly close to her.

We met around the age of 6, during our first, grand, dinner party. There were hardly any other children our age, so we became acquainted. We talked for a while, and I had a bit of liking toward her. We often came for visits at each other's mansions. Soon, Roxy and Nikki would also become very close friends.

Roxy is incredibly pretty. Her curly sandy blonde hair is always perfect, never frizzy. She's skinny and her violet eyes are enchanting…I envied her so.

Ironically though, she envied me too.

We could spend hours in a single store and not buy a thing, but have loads of fun trying on clothes, and laughing.

She helps with my shy, yes shy, side around boys. Roxy keeps on telling me constantly that I have 'so much potential' for a player, like her and Nikki.

Roxy's the one who also nicknamed me "bitch". Yes, strange we give each other foul nicknames, but we know when we're joking around with the names, or when we actually mean it.

Roxy has a cousin, Xander, who also goes to Glory with Nikki and her. Xander has been with Nikki for the past year. One of the sweetest couple I've ever seen together.

And Eve…the evil bitch who I would love to cast a dreadful curse upon…she used to be a very close friend of mine, until she betrayed me. Her, and the bastard that I once said I loved…Adam.

Adam and Eve…how could I have not seen it before? I was so ignorant…I was lying to myself the whole time; telling myself they're just friends, over and over. And being 2 of the few people I truly cared for, I expected Adam and Eve to tell me about what they felt.

But they didn't, I had to find out for myself, I had to find out from…

No matter, that's all in the past. As long as they don't ever show their faces to me, I wont seek vengeance.

Blaise and the others didn't approve of what they did either, and don't talk to them now. So I'm not completely wrong for feeling the way I do.

Blaise, Nikki, Roxy, and ugh…Eve, are bonded together by blood. Around the age of 8, before Eve betrayed my trust, we made a blood pact.

The blood pact created a very special bond…sharing our magic powers and feeling and reading each other's thought and emotions when let. Of course, being 8, we didn't realize what we were doing.

A few days after, we all realized the change: the odd understanding between each other. We told Madame Agnes about it, who was headmistress of our boarding school, and she explained that the blood pact we had made put us through a 'unique' change.

We became part of the Charmed Ones…a person of magic who has made a bond with one or more people; a bond that can never be broken, for their own blood seals the promise of the bond.

Of course, not just anyone can be a Charmed One…you need certain traits to do be one.

What, we have never figured out. And only a few know of our connection between us…only a few know what we are.

Someday though, we hope to be part of the actual Charmed Elite, but for now, us 4 will do.

When we had found out our special link to one another, we bought rings; all of the same design, with each of our personal initials in them.

They were beautiful silver bands with carvings of moons, flowers, music, and butterflies…and all of our other favorite things.

Blaise, Nikki, Roxy, and I still have those rings. And all 4 of us wear it on our thumbs.

It is our sign of unity, trust, and friendship towards each other.

As for Eve…after she broke my trust, the rest of us all demanded that she give us back the ring.

She did.

And we chucked it into the fire.

What she did was unforgivable in our standards.

I have resented the pact I made with Eve; I am forced to live with her blood flowing through my veins for the rest of my life. I've blocked her from ever entering my mind with her stupid psychic connection with me (part of being Charmed). Eve knows too much about me, which makes me hate her even more, and it's the same for Adam. I poured my heart to him…and he just threw my heart in the damn fire.

None of us know exactly where they are now…we lost touch after Adam and Eve were found out. But none of us really care, either.

The hell with both of them!

How did I end up falling for Adam?

Well, believe it or not, I was in a relationship, my first one, around the age of eight.

Every Friday, Madame Agnes would bring us to the outskirts of the city to the stables.

There, I met Ian Nixton…a young stable boy who cared for my horse, Cinnamon. He was 2 years older than me, and was absolutely charming.

Regardless of his family's status, he treated me with the utmost respect, and his looks were bad either…

Ian was my first kiss…

But it wasn't meant to be, around October, during the year he left for Beauxtons, he sent me a letter saying he had fallen for some other girl.

Ian was my first heartbreak.

But I got over him, soon enough, but with the wrong person.

My second boyfriend, Aron Niktolov, was 3 years older than me.

He was attending military school for wizards, which was located in the next city, across the bridge.

I did like him…basically because of his looks and money. And being naïve as I was, I thought he was so incredibly mature just because he was older than me.

But it turns he was taking drugs, dealing and stealing whenever he could.

The fact didn't please me at all; I found it undignified.

While we were out in the middle of the night, (we snuck out to meet each other at the park) he had lit a smoke. I demanded that he stop. He didn't, so I smacked the cocaine out of his hand…a horrible mistake. He happened to be in a lot of pressure, and he slapped me so hard that my blood dribbled down my chin. I remember his words vividly, even after all this time.

"Stupid whore…that was the last of the cocaine I had. Now I have to go on without another smoke for 2 days! You little shit!"

He kept on saying those words while he hit me. He finally stopped when I cast a spell on him that paralyzed Aron, which I learned from Papa.

I had 2 broken ribs, a few black and blue bruises on my face, and a swollen, bloody lip.

When my mother found out what happened, she was outraged! But not because I was beaten, but because I let him do it.

I honestly don't know why I did. I suppose I was too shock to do anything at all at first.

Nevertheless, my Mother took the matter to court, and got a few bagfuls of money out of it.

Adam was the one who really cheered me up after the whole ordeal. He had made me laugh. That's when I began to develop feelings for him.

Before that, we were just friends.

So, you see, one thing led to another.

I always thought Adam was "the one"…but then he deceived me. Her wounded me so much…it was almost as painful as losing Papa.

But moving on to more pleasurable thoughts…

There is one person whom I have not mentioned…he plays an important role in my life, and always has.

No. Not Draco Malfoy.

Damien Romano…Damien and I have known each other since we were babies.

Our parents were friends before we were born. Damien and I are betrothed to each other. But in the past years, our families had created a slightly different pact. If Damien, or I, finds another who we would rather marry (and whom our parents approve of), our betrothal would be called off.

Damien has always been a big brother to me, and I love him as a friend and brother.

He knows every corner of my heart…everything about me. And I am not exaggerating when I say that. I don't know if I know him as well as he knows me, though. For, he's quite mysterious in his ways. Yes, attractive, isn't it?

I know Damien has strong feelings for me; I'm not stupid…I had a relationship with him for about 2 years, after Adam broke my heart, but I realized I didn't exactly feel exactly the same way he felt for me.

I broke up with Damien right after my 1st year at Hogwarts.

And being the Damien that he is, he understood when I told him my reasons why.

He has never showed any contempt towards me about it. Which makes me cling to his friendship even more…sweet Damien. Sometimes I wonder if I should get back with him…

True, I still have some attraction towards him…his muscular body, ice blue eyes, enchanting smile, and golden hair…and not to mention his charming personality, how could I not?

But, Blaise had an immensely big interest in him.

And another one of my reasons…I was falling for Draco Malfoy.

Stupid choice, I know, not for the fact that there's anything wrong with him…but the fact that I know I'm falling for someone who could never return my love.

Never…

And I would be an even bigger fool to believe the possibilities of him caring for me, in that way.

Aside from Ian, Aron, Adam (bastard), and Damien, I had one other boyfriend.

Yes, I guess you'd be shock, as would many others if they heard that I've had 4 boyfriends.

But then again, you don't really take the time to know me.

Erik Costello…

Erik was my cousin's best friend, and that's how we met.

My cousin (whom I'm very close to) arranged my meeting with Erik around the time of my birthday.

He's about a year older than me, and has an awe-inspiring talent for acting.

The again, he's whole family is famous for their theater talents.

In fact, Tom Felton is his distant in-law.

Anyways, Erik and I both hit off real nicely, and at the end of our first meeting, I agreed to see him again.

It went well…for about a year. But we both lost interest.

Fortunately, our breakup was quite mutual, and no tears whatsoever were shed.

And gladly, regardless of our past, we're still good friends.

Anyways, enough about my love life…there was one specific thing that absolutely changed my life forever…

I grew up in a rich family…

I usually got what I wanted, and I was quite spoiled. My father, especially, made it possible for me to get my way.

Nicholas Parkinson.

I loved him so.

Not only for the fact that he showered me with toys, sweets, and pretty dresses, but also because he shared his stories, memories, adventures, with me. He not only gave me expensive things, but dreams, knowledge, and love to me.

I adored him so much…

Papa was a philosopher on many things; I can proudly say that he was one of the wisest wizards I knew.

And he had always called me his Little Princess.

But on a trip to India, he was killed while hunting. Papa's wand had broken, his artillery gone out, and his acquaintances too cowardly to aid him when he cried out for help. He had no defense…he was attacked by a damn tiger in India.

I was there…in India. While my Mother went off shopping with her acquaintances, and I, running about through the palace (we were staying there), Papa died.

Even to this day, I feel so helpless. I keep on thinking that I could've done something. I could've been there for him, like he was there for me.

When we found out, I wept. I wept the whole night, and the whole day after. I finally stopped when I felt as if I couldn't shed another tear.

Mother didn't cry, though. I could tell for the past few years, she wanted to, but she didn't. She was strong from the moment she heard about his death and to this very day.

She never remarried.

India was one of 6 countries that I loved to visit, and he died there. My Mother and I have never returned to India since.

The last thing he gave me was a necklace with an oval-shaped emerald and a white gold snake wrapped around the jewel.

The necklace reflects my mood; it glows when I'm feeling extremely one way…or when I'm summoning my powers.

I wear it whenever I can.

I cherish the treasure; though it may not have been the most stunning thing he gave me. It's so simple, but so beautiful…something he taught me before he passed away.

Papa died when I was seven years old.

After his funeral, I forced myself to stop acting like the little girl I was. I forced myself to grow up.

Mother has never been the same either. She became less cheerful, bitchier. (I speak from experience)

I don't talk back to her when she bitches at me though; her shouts and temper are a mere way of showing her sorrows.

I guess that she blames herself for Papa's death. She had after all, let him go to India.

I silently wish that I could share my tears with her, but somehow, I know that can never happen.

In a way, Papa's death helped my family, grow closer.

Specifically, me and my cousin, Ethan.

Ethan was the first to speak to me about Papa.

He told me how he was going to miss him very much, because he was like the father he never had (Ethan's own father died).

Talking about our memories of Papa cheered very much, somehow.

That day, we became very close, and we learned that it was comforting to look back on memories.

Ethan currently is in his 7th year in Piazza, a school in Italy.

In fact, he's the cousin whose best friend with Erik.

I care for him very much and is my absolute favorite relative.

We still exchange letters often.

After my 8th birthday, my Mother decided to send me to boarding to school.

She said that I 'needed to learn how to be more lady-like, and this school shall teach me how…it is, of course, one of the best schools out there.'

I went, with the company of Nikki, Roxy, and Eve (ugh) who were also forced to go. There, I met Blaise.

Ironically, there was a boys' boarding school 5 blocks away from our own school. There, we met our "temporary love infatuations". Adam (bastard), Caleb, Xander, and Damien were among them.

After the last year of boarding school, we went our separate ways. Roxy, Damien, Xander Nikki, and Caleb to Glory, Blaise and I to Hogwarts.

I wish that I could have gone to Glory rather than bloody Hogwarts.

And I know Blaise dreams the same.

But Mother simply refuses. Mother also claims that Glory was in a location (America) where the people were much to corruptive.

'Look at Roxanne', she had said.

That immediately angered me…who is she to criticize my friends? I even told her that, and earned a slap for it. Somehow, it was worth it, because she never did it again.

And here I am now, still awake on my bed, reminiscing my past, thinking about my friends, and…Draco Malfoy. I'm such a fool to love someone that I know will never love me…such a fool…

Will I ever learn?

I would think after my failed relationships, that I would learn by now to just forget about "love".

Yet somehow I can't.

Somehow I can't ignore the feelings I have for Draco Malfoy.

Papa had always said that love was strange, odd thing. It's something that can't really described in words, other than the word 'love' itself.

Which is why, I guess, the reason why it scares me so.

I let out a heavy sigh.

"Pansy, you alright?" asks Blaise. I must've woken her…sometimes, if we're deeply emotional about something, our psychic connection interrupts each other's thoughts…or in this case, sleep. It's happened a few times, yet sometimes we don't even realize what we're doing/

I turn my head towards her bed. "Aren't I always?" I reply back.

I see her give a small smile, half out of pity and half of understanding.

"G'night, then, Pans." She says before resuming to her sleep.

"Goodnight." I whisper back, before I let rest take over me.

And that's my story. Sad, a tad bit corny, yet every bit of it true.

~Pansy Parkinson

A/N: …waddya think? Thanks for reviewing…in advance. I hope it wasn't too confusing…