A/N: Hey guys! Glad you like the story so far, keep up the reviews! (They inspire me to update faster)
Pansy and Draco, Draco and Pansy, Prince and Princess. It didn't really matter, because it was all the same to everyone else. Everyone just automatically lumped them together ever since they went to the Yule Ball together.
They didn't hate each other like they used to when they were younger. Now there was the physical attraction. They made out in the dungeon after their potions final last year and were caught by Professor Snape, starting a whole fleet of rumors. Everyone assumed they were together, but they weren't, and Draco made sure of that. They couldn't ruin their reputations, after all.
While there may have been physical attraction, it seemed like there wasn't much else they liked about each other. It was more a feeling of mutual respect and possible admiration. And fear, in Pansy's case.
She was terrified of him. The way he commanded attention and could make anyone do anything at the snap of his bony fingers. The way he manipulated and threatened people, and the way he could hypnotize girls into "just coming upstairs with him for a second", and then disappearing for an hour. He was downright gorgeous, and Pansy had reasoned with that notion the first day she saw him. His good looks added to the intimidation factor.
"Parkinson," he said, giving her his trademark smirk. "You're getting alarmingly thin."
"And you're still alarmingly pale, it all evens out," she shot back without missing a beat.
He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Touche."
She studied her nails and shrugged.
"So I'm sure you've heard all about me being the new prefect," he informed her.
No, she hadn't heard. How could she not have heard? She let out a nervous laugh.
"You? Really?"
"Don't sound so surprised, Parkinson," he said as he narrowed his eyes at her.
"Well I'm sure you'll be surprised to know that I've been made prefect as well," she said casually.
He actually did raise his eyebrows in slight surprise, which was just the affect she was looking for, even if it only lasted a half a second.
"Finally, the old bat has done something intelligent," he said with an eye roll.
"My thoughts exactly, dragon," she smirked. Only she was allowed to call him that.
He smirked at her as their parents made their way over to them. Narcissa was making a fuss over Pansy.
"Look how beautiful you've gotten Pansy, my god, the figure on you! I'm sure you have every boy in school after you," she said with a glance at Draco, who pretended not to see her.
"Thank you Mrs. Malfoy, and you look radiant as always," Pansy smiled sweetly. Adults were the easiest to scam, she flew right under their radar because she was just "such an angel." If only they knew…
"She's so elegant, Priscilla, she's everything a boy would want." Narcissa said to Pansy's mother.
"Thank you, Narcissa. We do our best." said Priscilla.
"Miss Parkinson, I believe my wife took the words right of my mouth," said Lucius Malfoy as he kissed Pansy's hand. His lips were cold, and it was all she could do not to shiver. She never really liked Lucius much. He was slippery like a snake, and seemed just as venomous.
The parents sat in the family room, talking. Pansy retreated up to her bedroom unnoticed, as Draco followed.
"What are you doing here anyway," she asked, sitting down on her fluffy pink bed.
"Ministry issues with our fathers, why else?" he shrugged.
Their fathers had worked in the same department for years, and Lucius had been coming to the Parkinson house for meetings with her father, Peter, for as long as Pansy could remember.
"So, we're prefects now? Together?" she asked.
"So it would appear."
He was leaning against her pink wall, his arms folded over his chest and looking at her as she sprawled out on her bed.
"You look lonely over there," she said.
"It's a bit lonely over here, yeah," he said, going along with it.
She patted the bed for him to sit down, and he walked over to her like a cat on the prowl. He had such a dramatic presence about him that everything he did seemed to have a certain flair to it.
"So, how long do you expect it will take this time?" she asked.
"I don't know, an hour?" he guessed.
"That leaves us a lot of time, and…well, honestly I'm quite bored," she yawned, chipping away at her pink nail polish.
They stared at each other for a minute, and she arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him.
"We could always read a nice book, you know, learn some new stuff before school starts so we'll be ahead!" he said, imitating Granger with a big smirk on his face.
"Au contraire, mon cherie. I'm more of a 'hands on' type of learner," she grinned.
He gave her that sexy eyebrow wag she went crazy for. "Well since you're a prefect now, I guess I have to do whatever you say."
"Yeah, you do," she said.
She rolled on top of him and jammed her lips up against his. He put his hands behind her head and kissed her hard. They were slipping back into their old 4th year habits that they quit once Snape had caught them.
"You look good this year," he said huskily.
"I could say the same for you," she breathed as she ran her hands under his shirt. She could feel his hard stomach muscles clenching and unclenching.
"You know," he continued, "prefects get their own bathrooms this year."
"Intriguing," she mumbled into his shoulder as she kissed it.
"That could be fun," he said.
"Yeah, you can bring your little tramps in there, won't that be nice?" she asked sarcastically.
"And you can bring your weekly boy toys, won't that be nice?" he smirked.
"Shut the hell up," she muttered as she began planting kisses on his stomach. "Mmm, someone's been working out a lot this summer," she noted.
"I get bored, making out with tramps like you gets old after the first month."
"Oh you're funny."
Suddenly they heard a knock on the door.
"Pansy, darling, is everything all right?" came the voice of Priscilla from outside the door.
"Of course mother, Draco and I are…just catching up a little. We don't want to get behind on our work now that we're such responsible prefects." Pansy called back.
"Of course you are darling, sorry to interrupt. You're such good kids." she said as she walked back downstairs.
"Bloody idiots," she said as she rolled her eyes.
He smirked and smashed his lips back up against hers.
This went on for about 20 more minutes when Narcissa called up to Draco and said they were leaving.
Draco put his shirt back on as Pansy ran a hand through his sleek blonde hair and wiped off the lip gloss on his cheeks.
"Well, see you next week Parkinson," he said with a nod and strutted out the door.
"Bye," she said as she shut her door. She sat down at her vanity and once again began picking apart everything she didn't like about herself, covering her insecurities with foundation and eye liner.
Everything was business as usual.
A/N: So this chapter basically gives you a glimpse of what I think Pansy's relationship with Draco is. In my mind its kind of an on/off, hot/cold one that they have when its convenient for them, but that's not what this whole story will be about. There will be a lot of other aspects too, so keep reading!
