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This is for Camilla for the Strange Pairings Challenge on Harry Potter Fanfiction challenges forum.

No characters art mine…they belong to JK! :D

Enjoy, loves!

"Is this what it has come to Draco? Has it all been a farce?" she asked him, looking at his silver Penny Loafer shoes.

"Yes. You were nothing more than a death game. If I lost, I died, if I won, you did." He replied to her with no emotion at all.

Parvati's lips parted a fraction of an inch in shock, and there was a stark silence that filled the empty spaces, calling out to them in desperate cries for relief.

"Nice shoes." Is what she managed to muster up for him. This was not what he had been expecting at all and it almost took him by surprise.

"Erm…thank yo—" he tried to reply, but she cut him off.

"Draco? Describe to me the Death Games." She could not hold it from her lips any longer, and so she asked him, and as she did so, she squinted her eyes shut, afraid of the answer to come.

"It's a gamble. To do it, you must be fearful of nothing or you will certainly fail. The way we play is for lust. Over a certain period of time, the Death Games have you be with someone of their choosing and you must love them. If you do not, you die. If you do, they die. It is, and will always be how the Death Games work." Throughout his monologue, Parvati became even more and more amazed how he could keep his poker face for as long as he had. His emotionlessness was beginning to unnerve her now numb features.

"You…you had seemed like…well, you had seemed like you had changed. You didn't…at all…did you?" she let her solemn expression lift to see his face just for a snippet of time and looked quickly down when she saw it was hard like stone. He looked…almost scary. This even more so unnerved her and she started to feel faint.

Draco did one simple shake of his head to signal the answer was no.

"So it meant absolutely nothing to you?" she asked, her voice becoming quieter and more squeaky with every word, but the 'you' was shrill and pitched higher than the rest of her words.

"Nothing."

In the smallest parts of Parvati was anger. She felt anger at him for doing this to her, anger at herself for falling into his little trap, and anger at the world for letting it happen.

"I have thirty minutes left, Parvati…" Draco said, hinting that he had thirty minutes before he had to kill her.

"Why don't you do it now just to get it over with?" the previous felt anger started bubbling up. You see, that was the problem with Parvati, she couldn't seem to sort her feelings out fast enough.

Draco just shrugged, still emotionless.

Parvati looked at him in disgust, for she remembered only a day or so ago when they were holding hands and kissing on boardwalks.

"I love it when you hold my hand like that." She told him as he laced his fingers in between hers. She sighed in delight as they walked slowly down the Muggle boardwalk, watching the sun go down.

"Well I love it when you sigh like that." Draco returned, and taking his free hand, he tapped her nose with his pointer finger then kissed her on the lips gently.

"And I love you period." Parvati shot back and giggled. He nodded as if to say 'me too'.

Parvati thought how that should have been the indicator that he didn't really love her, for he did not tell her so.

"When will you understand just how much I do?" she asked him, taking hold of their interlinking hands with her other one.

"Anytime you wish it." Draco whispered into Parvati's closets ear.

"I wish it now, but I really don't think the others around us would take to it so kindly…" said she, looking around at the mothers, fathers, daughters and sons that all watched the sunset, then she threw her head back and laughed.

She was truly beautiful when she laughed like that, not even Draco could deny that fact.

Draco was silent a moment, obviously lost in thought. After thirty seconds of Parvarti watching as Draco thought, he smiled.

"Come with me." He took her by the hand and led her to a secluded area where they disapparated to a location she did not know of, but it turned out to be Malfoy Manor, a place she had never been before, but had always wondered about.

His house was enormous. Where she lived was about one sixteenth this size. He led her up a flight of stairs and to a room that was painted green and silver.

Sitting her on the base end of his bed, he began to kiss her as he had never kissed her before. It was passion mixed with need, want and other emotions that set her fragile heart to a heavily thumping pace. This was exactly what she had been wanting.

Parvati was brought abruptly back to reality when Draco snapped his fingers in an annoyed fashion. Part of her would have liked to finish the memory, but the more dominant part knew it was not a good idea, for Parvati's heart was already breaking apart.

Draco looked at his watch and heaved a sigh of exasperation as if he would have liked to get it over with.

"Go ahead Draco. Play your little Death Game. What is the point of waiting if you are already getting tired of me in this twenty useless minutes we have left with each other." she said with a sharp tongue, rushing over to him as he balled his fist.

Parvati got right up to his ear—having to get on her tippy toes—and whispered: "it is a Death Game isn't it? What are you doing Draco? Aren't you going to kill me? Death games…" the last word was a hiss. Her mind was becoming rattled and strange, different than it had ever been before.

He shrugged her off his shoulder, beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"I'll give you a hint as to what I am thinking." There was something new in her eyes as she took the knife she carried around with her for just-in-case purposes and slammed the long, three inch blade into the picnic table where they were at an old abandoned park.

Draco's eyes grew wide as he saw how deep it had gone with just one swift movement of her hand.

"Personally, I think it is…unfair, that I cannot play this little Death Game myself. So, tell you what. I'll give you just as long as it takes for me to pull this knife out of the table. OK?" her words held a sort of smugness in them and she pulled out the knife easily.

"Oops! Too late!" cried Parvati as Draco tried to get up and run, but he did not get far, for Parvati's knife caught him right in the jugular.

"It's sort of funny," said she to herself, walking slowly over to him to retrieve her knife, "archery and knife-throwing seemed to always be what I was best at. Lechrosach drach gi mal einemal." (Life and death go hand in hand).

Parvati pulled the knife out of his still blood-flowing neck and it made a sickening squishing sound.

Wiping it on his green button-down, she smiled maliciously to herself and turned to nobody in particular for there was nobody else there.

"So… who's my next Death Game?"

Oh I thoroughly enjoyed writing this! Thank you for the strange pairing Camilla! :D

So as you can tell, it is horror and Romance all mixed into one story! It has a bit of angst leading up to all the other stuff, but it is mostly R and H.

REVIEW and thanks you guys!

Happy writings

Caroline