Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it. It's all coming from JK Rowling absolutely genial psyche and unfortunately I have nothing to do with it.

Warning: If you haven't read The Order of the Phoenix, it may not be a good idea to read this since it will contain major spoilers.

Hell Tastes Sweet

Prologue

As I look back on last year's events, I really cannot believe that I have done to myself the very thing I promised I would never do. Now, here I am licking my wounds in the darkness of my room while I hear my roommates talking about You-Know-Who's latest defeat by The-Boy-Who-Lived. Apparently there has been a huge battle down in the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore and Harry Potter have managed, once again, to defeat the Dark Lord. I also hear that there have been deaths in both sides.

It's funny. I am not even remotely concerned about any of this even though my parents are probably involved in the whole thing. My mind is over flooded with other, more painful thoughts.

Even as I think of him I can feel something twitch where I think my heart it's supposed to be. If anyone had told me that I would ever feel something like that I would have thought they were winding me up.

But my greatest fear is confirmed as the train pulls away from Hogsmeade station at the end of the term and the source of all my pain comes into the compartment where I am sitting, no, hiding, for that is what I have been doing since the night of the battle in a desperate attempt of self-preservation.

With his trademark smirk deforming his otherwise gorgeous lips, he says:

"Hiding from me, aren't you?" his cool, perfectly controlled tone of voice is even scarier than the loudest of the screams.

I try shaking my head but he catches it with his two hands. He comes closer to me and gives me a cruel, painful kiss. Then, he pulls away and says:

"I won't write to you this summer, you won't hear from me at all, but, you're mine, always been, always will be…this year's arrangement will be renewed as per the first day of next term…see you then…."

Then, not even waiting for me to answer, gets out the compartment where his two inseparable friends are eagerly waiting for him.

Then, I realise two frightening things. Firstly, I have no doubt I will comply with whatever he has in mind, and second, I will actually miss everything about him. This second thought makes me realise that I, Pansy Parkinson, am deeply, madly in love with the worst possible sort of wizard. Mr Draco Malfoy.

A/N: Bear with me, this is my first HP story and I'm not sure where it's heading just yet. I thought of writing a fluffy Harry and Ginny fic, my favourite HP couple, but I realised that there are just so many of them… So I decided to write a much darker fic about Draco and Pansy. Just thought it may be interesting seeing things through her eyes. If you feel like it, tell me what you think…