He was just here to make sure she got in bed safe. Then he would apparate home and act like none of this happened. He didn't have to tell Astoria, right? He hadn't done anything wrong. He was just making sure an old friend was safe. Draco's grey eyes traveled around the house, it was small. Pictures adorned the walls, of her family, friends. He did notice something. He wasn't in any of the pictures. Of course, he didn't care. But they were once best friends; didn't he at least deserve a picture on the wall? Of course he did. There were flowers on numerous tables throughout the house. Fresh flowers, and honestly, they made the house smell nice. Draco didn't like flowers though. They were so…girly. He absolutely refused to let Astoria put them in the manor.

"We need to get you in bed." He said simply, looking at the shorter girl as if she was a child. "Now, come along." He said. "Where's your bedroom?"

Pansy gave him an are-you-being-serious look. "I can help myself into bed, Draco." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. While she did her best to look completely serious, she was obviously drunk. She could feel herself swaying from side to side. "It's upstairs. First room on the left." She said, gesturing toward the staircase. Bloody hell that wasn't going to be fun to walk up, especially with how she dizzy she currently felt.

Draco slinked an arm around her waist. They were just friends. He was helping her. He began to help Pansy up the staircase. It seemed with each step, she got drunker. He knew it was impossible, but her body weight got heavier. Soon enough, they were upstairs and in her room. Her bed was large, with a purple frilly comforter. "Go change for bed, Pansy. Quickly, please. I ought to be going." He said, his arms crossing across his chest.

"Right." Pansy nodded. After rummaging through her closet and walking to the bathroom, she came back out dressed in black shorts and a light green tank top. "Alright. I'm ready for bed. You can go now." She said, crossing her arms over her chest and swaying once more.

Draco had to make sure he was standing close by; it looked as if she was going to fall any moment. His eyes wondered to her body. It seemed to have filled out more than he remembered. Her skin was like porcelain. She was still short, but not boyish, not a bit. Instead, her chest was more than ample and her curves brought a smile to his face. He quickly had to mentally slap himself. He was a married man. He couldn't look at women anymore. Or could he? "Get in bed." He said, simply.

Pansy rolled her eyes, pulled down the covers and got under. "There. Happy?" She asked. She had almost forgotten how bossy Draco Malfoy could be.

Draco walked over to her bedside and sat down. "Pans, what happened to us?" He asked. It was an out of the blue question, one he didn't know why he asked. It must have been the little bit of alcohol he had had talking.

Pansy let out a laugh. "Uh, you disappeared that night in our sixth year. I tried to write you letters all that summer. And after the second war, I wrote you a few more letters. I never got a response. And then I found out in the Daily Prophet that you were engaged. I stopped trying to talk to you and here we are." She shrugged, watching his face for any sign of emotion. There was none.

Ah. He remembered now. He had completely shut her out. Why? He didn't know. Maybe he felt too grown up for her, maybe he hadn't thought things through. Or maybe he was just a git. "Oh." He said with a simple shrug. "I guess I had forgotten."

Pansy laughed. "So basically you were a complete git and I was an obsessive school girl. My, how things change." She laughed. "Right, Malfoy?"

"Right." Draco said, rolling his eyes. "So how have things changed, you're not an obsessive school girl anymore?"

"Do you see Draco Malfoy with a heart around it anywhere?" Pansy retorted, smirking. Oh, she could reply to Draco's remarks all day. It was a talent she had developed over the years of standing by his side all the time. "Shouldn't you be getting home? You have a wife." She reminded.

"No, no I don't. It's quite disappointing really." Draco drawled, choosing to ignore her last question. Of course he had a wife, who was probably waiting for him at home. But he didn't quite care at the moment.

"Oh, I'm sure you have plenty of fan girls around the world, Malfoy." She chuckled, lying back in bed to get more comfortable.

"Probably so." Draco said, before flashing her his trademarked smirk. "But none are pretty as you are."

It had to have been the alcohol. Alcohol clouds judgment, right? Because without thinking Pansy found her pink, pouty lips pressed against Draco's. Just like when they were students and would sneak kisses between classes, or in broom closets. It was amazing how her lips still remembered his. And what shocked her more was the fact Draco kissed back.

Draco Malfoy knew it was wrong. Extremely wrong. But since when did he care about things being wrong or right? He did what he wanted to do. And what he wanted to do now was kiss Pansy Parkinson. He kicked off his expensive dress shoes and climbed on top of her, not missing a moment of the kiss. He had missed this.

And so had she.


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