Have you've ever loved somebody so much it makes you cry
Have you ever needed something so bad you can't sleep at night?
Have you ever tried to find the words but they don't come out right
Have you ever?
It wasn't supposed to hurt like this. It wasn't supposed to hurt at ALL! And dammit, Pansy Parkinson WAS NOT supposed to want to cry. But as she sat there avoiding the bright blue stare of her ex-lover, all Pansy wanted to do was curl into a tight little ball and weep.
Have you ever been in love?
Been in love so bad
You would do anything
To make him understand
At school she had been known as the Slytherin Ice Queen: cold, aloof, pretentious; the perfect Slytherin female. Even though at the time everything in her screamed out in protest, she did as she was told, when she was told. Her life had been all mapped out for her. Who she was to marry, what her life as a married woman would be like, even down to how many kids she was suppose to have. But life is hardly ever how you plan it to be.
She, along with half her Slytherin Classmates, had turned their backs on the Dark Lord in their seventh year and pledged their allegiance to Dumbledore and the Order. In fact, Pansy was proud to say that she had been an integral part in bringing the psychotic half-breed down. From that day on, her well structured, well planned out life was never the same again.
Pansy started feeling emotions that she was not used to: fear, uncertainty, the sense of REAL belonging.
The Golden Trio may not have welcomed her warmly at first, but eventually the suspicion turned to wary acceptance, and then finally to friendship. For the first time in her life Pansy felt what real friendship was like, and for the first time in her life she had found love.
She had finally found the one man that looked beyond her snobbery and her selfishness. Who despite her NUMEROUS shortcomings still loved her. But now she was going to destroy the very thing she had coveted for so long, and it hurt!
Dammit, she wasn't supposed to feel like this! She was Pansy Parkinson. She was the Ice Queen. She wasn't supposed to feel anything for anyone. But like most things in life, Pansy had to do things the hard way.
Like fall for a bloody Weasley. It wasn't Bill Weasley, the eldest who was so much older and so much more sophisticated than MOST of the men she knew, and had women literally RUNNING after him. Not Charlie Weasley, who was so ruggedly handsome that women of ALL ages stood up and took notice of him. Definitely wasn't the twins, who had a certain charisma and charm to them that made them bloody irresistible. You didn't know whether you wanted to hex them or shag them.
Even Ron Weasley would've been better; war hero and best friend of Harry Potter. Her once tall and lanky schoolmate had grown up and filled out, causing more than one female to stop and look twice. Nooooooo…. She had fallen for bloody PERCY Weasley, the reject of the family. The one who had turned his back on his family only to go back crawling on his hands and knees to them, begging for forgiveness.
She wasn't supposed to fall for someone like him. She was supposed to marry right, marry a man whose family had prestige and honour.
A family like the Malfoys. A man like Draco Malfoy. But they had never been anything but friends, no matter what their parents tried to do when they were kids. Besides, Draco has always been in love and will always BE in love with his wife- Hermione Granger nee Malfoy.
Trust her and Draco to fall for people that their parents hated with a vengeance.
Pansy ignored the bright blue stare that seemed to pierce right through her, and instead focused on the gorgeous brunette sitting across from her.
Hermione Malfoy sat staring at her ex-husband, her gaze unflinching. She was a different woman than the girl that Pansy had shared insults with in school.
During the war Hermione had been captured and tortured by the Dark Lord himself. When she finally escaped, she had come back to them a shell. The warmth and laughter that had been so readily available had been stripped away, leaving behind someone that at times could be so hard and so cold, you wouldn't think that she was the same Hermione Granger that Pansy had gone to school with. She hadn't told anyone at the time what exactly had been done to her, and Pansy had a feeling that not even Draco knew fully what she went through.
Even now, five years after the War, Hermione hadn't changed all that much. There were flashes of warmth at times, and she had softened slightly when she had married Draco, but one could see that the old Hermione had died a long, long time ago.
Pansy shot Draco a side-along glance, knowing that her best friend was probably hurting as much as she was right now, if not more. Hermione had been the only woman Draco had ever wanted. Since Hogwarts he had been obsessed with her, taunting her as kids, and then pursuing her as they got older. And to EVERYONE'S surprise, the Golden Girl of the Golden Trio returned his affection.
"In addition, Miss Granger-" Draco's irritating lawyer, Dermott Carrington, wheezed pathetically. She had always disliked Carrington. The fat, greasy little man had always made her feel uncomfortable, leering at her from under a thick black mono brow and staring constantly at her chest, never at her face.
"Malfoy," Hermione interrupted smoothly, her eyes never leaving her husband's. Pansy resisted the urge to laugh at the outraged look on Carrington's face.
"Excuse me?" Carrington spluttered, jumping to his feet in indignation.
"We are not divorced yet, Carrington. At this moment in time I am still Hermione Malfoy," Hermione replied easily, a familiar smirk tilting the corners of her mouth. It was a typical Hermione smirk: arrogant, taunting, and just damn irritating.
Pansy saw something flash across Draco's face. Time to step in, she thought. Reaching out she slid her fingers into Draco's, giving them a small squeeze.
"Something that I'm glad will soon be remedied, Mudblood," she stated flatly, forcing a look of disdain to cross her features. Hermione turned amused eyes on her, her gaze sliding over her pregnant stomach and then back to her face again.
That gaze had once held warmth and friendship. Now it held only cold amusement. Pansy resisted the urge to touch her belly protectively.
Instead she returned Hermione's stare, wishing she didn't have to do this. As Hermione continued to stare at her, Pansy became uncomfortable.
Hermione had the ability to say so much without saying a damn thing at all. Dark brown eyes continued to stare at her, until Pansy snapped.
"What?!" Pansy snapped, glaring at Hermione. Hermione gave her a bland smile.
"Nothing," she said sweetly, never taking her eyes off Pansy.
"Semantics, Mudblood –" Draco declared, drawing that dark gaze away from Pansy. Pansy gave his hand an appreciative squeeze, her eyes drifting back to the redhead beside Hermione, only to find his bright blue stare directly on her.
Pansy resisted the urge to flush at Percy's heated stare, unable to look away. She didn't know what it was about this one man that held her attention. All she knew was that she had fallen and she had fallen hard.
Have you ever had someone
Steal your heart away
You'd give anything To make them feel the same
It had been her to take notice of him first, which had really irritated her. She had noticed the way his stiff collared shirts and single-creased pants hid a slightly muscular body. The way his hands, that should have been soft and smooth, were if fact hard and callused, making a woman wonder what it felt like to have them against her skin.
The way his eyes changed colour depending on his mood. The way his lower lip was slightly fuller than his upper lip and for a damn Weasley, the boy could bloody kiss.
Groaning silently at the direction of her thoughts, Pansy took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves.
Although she had been the one to notice him first, HE had been the one to take the first step by asking her out. He hadn't been deterred either, by her laughing in his face and turning him down flat. He had just asked her out again the next day… and then the next. In fact, he had asked her out everyday for a month until Pansy had finally given in, and since that first date they had been almost inseparable.
For the first time in her life, Pansy felt as if she didn't need to put on any 'airs'. She didn't need to be the person people expected her to be; instead she could be the person she wanted to be.
Until that one stupid day 6 months earlier when- thanks to one interfering old biddy- both her and Draco's lives changed dramatically.
"Just sign the damn papers, Mudblood," she heard Draco snap. Dragging her eyes away from Percy's heated stare she turned to Draco, watching as his face tightened at Hermione's mocking laughter.
"Fine, honey. If you wanna play it that way," Hermione said lazily, snapping her fingers. Pansy jumped as a sheaf of papers appeared from out of nowhere.
Swallowing, Pansy gripped Draco's fingers tightly. Hermione had mastered the art of Wandless Magic, something not too many in the wizarding world had been able to do. Not only had she mastered WANDLESS magic but also wordless magic. She thought it and it happened. Which meant that as an enemy, Hermione Granger nee Malfoy was too damned dangerous and too damned deadly for her piece of mind.
"Since we are all getting along so famously –" Hermione mocked, shooting her companion an amused look. "I have a few demands of my own."
"You are not in the position to demand anything MUDBLOOD," Carrington snapped, jumping to his feet. Pansy resisted the urge to slap the fat little man in the face. Instead, she squeezed Draco's hand warningly as she felt him tense.
"No one was talking to you, Carrington," Percy's interrupted, his deep voice washing over her almost making her shudder. She remembered that voice in her dreams: the velvety richness of it as it said her name, the deep timbre of it as it teased her and the husky quality of it early in the morning.
Have you ever found the one
You've dreamed of all of your life
You'd do just about anything to look into their eyes
It was the mornings she missed most about this man. How he had always woken first and just watched her. She would wake up to find him staring at her, an unreadable expression in his eyes as he touched her face… her hair. And how he would tell her he loved her, with that husky voice, making her want him all over again.
"The one thing that I want," Hermione said softly, drawing Pansy's attention back to her. "Is full custody of our son." Pansy felt her heart go still and she stared at her. The hell that Draco would be going through at this moment…
Besides Hermione, DJ was his life. Even though it was something that was inevitable, it didn't make it that much easier. Pansy gripped his hand, wishing he didn't need to go through this. That NONE of them needed to go through this. She felt rather than heard Draco take a deep breath as he conjured up a sneer.
"As if I'd want the little half-blood bas –" he spat, his eyes flashing with what Pansy saw was desperation. The next thing Pansy knew was that Hermione had Draco by the neck and against the boardroom table in three seconds flat.
Pansy leapt to her feet, her heart in her throat as she stared at the two, knowing if she wanted, Hermione would and could kill Draco for even thinking about calling their son a bastard.
"Stupefy!" The command came from Percy, causing both Carrington and Pansy to freeze in their steps.
Pansy felt her body stiffen involuntary, her heart beating wildly as she tumbled to the thickly carpeted floor. Pansy's eyes were drawn to Percy's as she watched him saunter towards her, a smirk flickering over his features.
"So beautiful," he murmured, kneeling beside her. He tucked a wayward strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "I was duped, no two ways about it." His callused finger traced the high arch of her brow and trailed down one side of her face. Pansy found it hard to breathe as Percy continued touching her face. His fingers then traced her lower lip as his eyes darkened to a cobalt blue.
"I was naïve to think that I could change you – or more accurately that you could change full stop." He chuckled humourlessly. "That is a mistake I will never make again," he whispered. Lowering his head he stopped inches from her face, his eyes boring into hers.
"I would've given you anything you ever wanted, Parkinson." Pansy flinched at his deliberate use of her last name. "Anything. All you had to do was ask for it." His lips touched hers softly, making Pansy wish he'd kiss her properly. "This baby could've been ours," he whispered against her lips, his large hand rubbing her belly tenderly. She felt the touch down to her soul, making her tremble.
"A little girl with her mama's face, angelic, beautiful." He ran his tongue over her lower lip, making her whimper. "But that won't ever happen, will it Parkinson?" Pansy watched as his blue eyes hardened and something close to hatred flashed in those blue depths. "You settled Parkinson. You settled for Malfoy." He shoved himself away from her, his face settling into cold angry lines.
"He will always be Hermione's. At night when he's making love to you, do you honestly think it's you he's thinking about?" he taunted, contempt written all over his face.
Pansy couldn't speak as she glared up at him.
"I wish you all the best Parkinson," he mocked, giving her a low bow. "You will always be second Best. And second best, can be a bitch." Pansy watched as he turned on his heel, walking over to the brunette that had her husband incapacitated on the table. Pansy felt like screaming. Everything in her told her to put a stop to this and tell him the truth.
She watched as Percy touched Hermione lightly, murmuring something in her ear. She watched as Hermione let Draco go with disgust, the same hatred she saw in Percy's eyes etched on Hermione's face.
"Goodbye Mudblood," Draco sneered, staring at the two with disgust. "I would like to say the past five years have been a pleasure but then I'd be lying." Couldn't they see this was killing him? That it was killing them both? Pansy thought almost hysterically.
"And here I thought you had grown up and decided to learn to think for yourself. Obviously I was wrong." She waved her hand in Pansy's direction, freeing her from the magical bind she was in.
Groaning as all feeling came back to her, Pansy unsteadily got to her feet, ignoring the curses of Carrington beside her.
"Goodbye Draco," Hermione's lips twisted bitterly. "I have no doubt that we will see each other again… unfortunately." She turned to Pansy and Pansy resisted the urge to take a step back from the barely leashed wrath in the other woman's eyes.
"Congratulations, Parkinson. You are welcome to him. I'm sure you both will be very happy together," Hermione mocked. Pansy raised her chin defiantly, her gaze refusing to stray to the tall redhead beside her.
"You never were good enough for him, Mudblood," Pansy sneered. "Draco needs someone who is worthy of him."
"And you think that's you?" Hermione laughed. "Just remember this, Pansy honey." Hermione paused in the doorway, staring directly into Pansy's eyes.
"Know that you will always be second best." Pansy blinked at the same line that Percy had delivered to her just moments before. "Enjoy my leftovers Pansy," she chuckled. "You're welcome to them." With that both Hermione and Percy left without even a glance back at their ex-lovers. Pansy collapsed into the nearest chair, her heart breaking, and the tears that had threatened to spill over finally did.
"Damn you Molly Weasley," she whispered vehemently, watching as the man of her dreams walked out of her life. "Damn you to hell!"
Have you've ever loved somebody so much it makes you cry
Have you ever needed something so bad you can't sleep at night?
Have you ever tried to find the words but they don't come out right
Have you ever