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Name Games
That morning Pansy awoke extra early. She did her hair and makeup, as usual. As she was rushing down the stairs and out of the common room, she crashed, right into Draco.
"What in the bloody hell? Pansy what the hell are you doing?" Half-asleep Draco had immensely struggled putting all these words together.
"Oh, sorry Draco. Wait, what did you call me?"
The now, fully, awake Draco had indeed realized what he had said. He had called her by her first name, but replied, "I called you Parkinson like I always do."
"Oh." She had seemed somewhat disappointed in his reply, she was sure he had called her Pansy.
"I want to ask you something. What were you writing, you know in that book last night"
"I was writing-" but she broke off, she did want to tell Draco what that book was, and what and where she was going, but he couldn't know, he couldn't. "Oh, um, never mind that, Oh, shit I forgot my report upstairs!"
Pansy dashed up to her dormitory to retrieve it. While she had done that Draco had gotten ready so fast she could have sworn he had set some form of a record.
"Parkinson, wait up!" he yelled to her as she was leaving the common room.
She had made no effort to slow down in the least, so he had to speed up, into a run.
"Can we talk?"
"I see no one stopping you."
"Where do you keep going off to? I never see you anymore, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong! I am sick of living I you shadow Malfoy. I want to do something productive with my life! And not something that pleases whatever you want, I want to do something that I want to do!"
Draco stopped dead in his tracks, but Pansy kept going. She had called him Malfoy, she had never ever done that before, as long as he could remember.
Name Games
That morning Pansy awoke extra early. She did her hair and makeup, as usual. As she was rushing down the stairs and out of the common room, she crashed, right into Draco.
"What in the bloody hell? Pansy what the hell are you doing?" Half-asleep Draco had immensely struggled putting all these words together.
"Oh, sorry Draco. Wait, what did you call me?"
The now, fully, awake Draco had indeed realized what he had said. He had called her by her first name, but replied, "I called you Parkinson like I always do."
"Oh." She had seemed somewhat disappointed in his reply, she was sure he had called her Pansy.
"I want to ask you something. What were you writing, you know in that book last night"
"I was writing-" but she broke off, she did want to tell Draco what that book was, and what and where she was going, but he couldn't know, he couldn't. "Oh, um, never mind that, Oh, shit I forgot my report upstairs!"
Pansy dashed up to her dormitory to retrieve it. While she had done that Draco had gotten ready so fast she could have sworn he had set some form of a record.
"Parkinson, wait up!" he yelled to her as she was leaving the common room.
She had made no effort to slow down in the least, so he had to speed up, into a run.
"Can we talk?"
"I see no one stopping you."
"Where do you keep going off to? I never see you anymore, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong! I am sick of living I you shadow Malfoy. I want to do something productive with my life! And not something that pleases whatever you want, I want to do something that I want to do!"
Draco stopped dead in his tracks, but Pansy kept going. She had called him Malfoy, she had never ever done that before, as long as he could remember.