"We are so close Draco, be a man, and stop complaining." Lucius threw some papers around on his desk.
"Yes father- but please, can I just go away this weekend? I have to go to school Monday, anyway and my ears will bleed if I have to listen to mother and her friends gush over me…" He sighed. Lucius looked up at Draco.
"Yes, of course," A smirk spread across his now wrinkling face, "Bring Pansy." Draco glared back at him knew he had to comply. He just nodded and walked out.
To be terribly honest Draco was tired of Pansy, and she most definitely was tired of him. They were going to be turning seventeen and since they had been stuck together since they were two they felt a little suffocated to say the least. Of course none of this stopped them from keeping up appearances as Slytherin Prince and Princess. School royalty was where both of them felt they belonged, but after Hogwarts was over so were they. That was their plan.
Draco walked upstairs, ordered and elf to pack his things, and then stomped out the door. Blaise was waiting on the lawn with his elf, Clotus, and his things. Draco gave him a cold smile, and then took out his wand.
"Where are you going?" Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"To get Pansy" Before Draco could apparate, Blaise grabbed his arm.
"I thought this was going to be a guy's weekend, with girls not from Hogwarts." Blaise groaned.
"It was, until father ordered me to take her." Blaise knew then that there was no way around it. Draco disappeared with a pop and landed in a lavish dining room. Mrs. Parkinson was sipping a drink of some kind and smoking. She gave him an excited smile and ran over to hug him, kiss and pinch his face.
"Pansy is upstairs Darling, are you two going off for the weekend?"
"Oh yes, Audrey, to the beach house." His face was starting to hurt from smiling. He quickly made his way upstairs. When he walked into Pansy's room she was sitting at her vanity looking at herself in the mirror. She was frowning, of course.
"What are you doing here?" She looked at him in the mirror.
"You're coming away with me for the weekend." Draco told her indignantly.
"No I'm not." She spun around. She wore a pink and black bathrobe with a lacy night gown underneath.
"Get dressed we're going."
"Stop, I'm not going!" She stared at him with anger.
"Yes you are and you're not going to ruin my weekend." Draco got up and grabbed her arm.
"Stop! I'm not going, get out!"
"Pansy, can you not be a pain in the ass. I want to go to the beach, father told me to bring you, so just put some damn clothes on and I'll have an elf pack your bags." He dragged her up the feet by her arm. She ripped it away from him and stormed over to her armoire.
"I'm so sick of this…" She muttered.
"Shut up." Draco hissed and sat down in her vanity chair.
"Get out-you're not staying in here while I change—"
"Nothing I haven't seen before Pansy—" Draco broke off, laughing to himself.
Pansy just glowered at him and changed at top speed. She threw on her skirt, grey sweater, and stockings with boots. Draco started to laugh in harder at her clothes. She screamed and chucked a spare shoe at him.
"What is so damn funny?"
"We're going to the bitch not Russia!" He walked over to her armoire but she stopped him.
"I just have to dress this way in front of mother…."
"Why?"
"She found a dress I wore to one to the Hogsmeade trips. She nearly died." Pansy gave out a giggle and Draco laughed too. They stopped and looked at each other, "I want to have a good time with you…" Pansy leaned close to him.
"Alright well we won't be able to if you don't…hurry up!" He gave her an impassive look and then walked out.
"Always so cold…" she muttered.
Draco stormed down the stairs and out of the house before Pansy's mother could talk to him again. He waited on the luxurious front lawn. It was filled with statues, fountains, and carved bushes. A bit tacky really, Draco thought to himself. Pansy finally came out the large black front door. Her bags were floating behind her. They apparated and they landed in front of an old Victorian by the sea. The sounds of laughter escaped the windows of the house. Pansy followed silently behind Draco.
Inside Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and a few other Slytherins were sitting around the parlor room, drinking. Draco didn't acknowledge them and headed towards the spiral staircase.
"Pansy, good to see you…" Blaise smirked at her,
"Shut up." She hissed and stomped up the stairs. By the time she reached the top Draco was rounding a corner, and she had to run to catch up. He stopped in front of one of the doors in the hallway and opened it.
"This is our room."
"I don't want to stay with you." Pansy murmured.
"When have I ever considered what you wanted?" He sneered, and left her to put her things away.
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"Draco c'mon- you aren't serious are you?"
"Yeah I am. Mother's got me looking at suits and everything. I'm sure all of your parents know. Christmas break, we will be married." Draco sighed and sipped his fire whiskey.
"Does she know?" Crabbe asked quietly.
"Nope."
"Draco, I'm going to go to the beach." Pansy jumped off the last step of the staircase, and made her way to the door. He just waved tiredly as she left.
"You need to tell her mate." Blaise put his glass down on the coffee table. He stared at Draco until he got a response.
"Fine, but don't bother me when she won't shut up about it." He threw his glass in the sink. It broke but Draco seemed to be a bit too drunk to care. He crept down the beach. When he saw Pansy run up to the water and just touching her toes in it, he felt a smile on his lips. He stopped spying on her, he wasn't a child. As he walked along the sand he thought about how to tell her. I should just be blunt- there is no other way to say it, he thought.
"Pansy," He called to her and she turned around. She had cat eyes when the moonlight reflected off of her hazel pupils, "I have to tell you something." She skipped over to him and looked down.
"Yes?"
"Mother told me the other day about something coming up that we have to do." He had never been this nervous about telling Pansy anything. Just say it, he thought, "We're getting married."
"What?"
"I know, I don't want it either."
"I wasn't going to say that but okay." Her eyes were dark and unreadable now.
"What were you going to say?"
"Nothing. What can I say?" Her voice cracked and he knew she was trying not to cry.
"What is it?" He snapped.
"Nothing—" Draco grabbed her shoulders and shook her.
"Fucking tell me!"
"Maybe I actually want to marry you! What does it matter, you're forced to be with me- so I guess I got what I wanted!" She shoved him off of her and cried into her hands. He felt sick and nauseous, "Let's just go back." He could barely hear her whisper.
Draco gave in and they walked back in silence. His drunken thoughts were so loud, he felt like smacking himself in the head. Pansy didn't even sniffle as they shuffled through the sand. His mind was too loud. You should apologize Draco, you need to apologize, make her happy, don't be a bastard, and say something! A huff of frustration left his mouth. Pansy was silent.
"Will you say something!" He snapped.
"What would you like me to say?" She stopped and glared at him. Her hands were placed angrily on her hips and she leaned towards him, as if trying to knock him over with her looks.
"What are you thinking?" He hissed.
"How I have to marry someone who hates me!" She bellowed.
"What—"
"Yeah that is right! I know you hate me, after all these years of being your girl-I never even had the chance to date anyone else! I did everything with you and for you and it still meant nothing! No matter what I do I will never be good enough, and I'm sure-," Her voice lowered from her screaming, "I'm sure I'll be a disappointing wife. So what is the point in getting excited about my wedding when I know you'll just make it hell for me? No one will ever be good enough for you Malfoy." A tear fell down her cheek.
"Pansy I—"
"Forget, it will never change. Forget I said anything!" She hid her eyes under her hand and ran back to the house leaving Draco alone on the beach. The wind picked up and a shiver escaped him or maybe…it was just Pansy making him shiver.