Pansy Parkinson knows exactly what she wants and how she wants it. Most importantly, she knows she has what it takes. [DracoPansy]

Whole title: "Draco Malfoy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day." A parody of the old children's book. Draco isn't having a very good day...

‘”I never...” always believed it.’ DP ficlet. :)

“I don’t think I wanna be sixteen. I think I just wanna be thirteen.” ((DM&PP))

Pansy learns the difference between fact and fiction.

It was at that point that Draco Malfoy realized it had never been his story at all...

She killed her best friend.(DracoPansy)

Following the last Prefects meeting of fifth year. Hermione asks Draco a haunting question.

It had started when Draco had turned three, and his cousin Malicia had grabbed his toy wand away from him. He had cried.

*Complete*Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy are best friends, lovers of literature, solitude, and Slytherin Pride.

I don’t care if they break your nose and smash your head in-" "You know you'd care. You know you'd look after me." DracoPansy

And Draco couldn't even stand the idea of Pansy with coloured hair. Pansy had always been on her own, doing her own thing,never followed trends.She was an individual.And this had all begun when Ginny Weasley had tainted part of her hair to a gold colour.

They're little and blonde and ruthless and pale and powerful.They're perfection." Somebody observes Draco&Pansy.

“You're terrified out of your bloody mind." "Afraid? Of-of what?" "Perhaps you're afraid that I'm going to bite you."

“PANSY!” Pansy Parkinson burst into tears as Draco Malfoy screamed her name, with his wretched tongue, with his damned throat, with everything he had left inside of him...which couldn't be much.

“Are we ready for this, do you think?” he murmured, staring at the moon, a pearl in the velvet black sky. “Well,” she inhaled the crisp November air, brushing his red cheek with her own hand, “I’d say that it’s been a long time coming.”

‘What is the malice-sword that’s stabbing my heart?’ ‘No need to get into one of those bloody heart conversations, Panse.’ {DP}

Her eyes looked all the greener in the reflection of the mistletoe. {DracoPansy}

He turned to her, “Never wish to change the past, Parkinson. You might have ended up in Hufflepuff and it would have changed everything.” {DP}

Draco and Pansy talk on Valentines Day.

[DracoDrabble]He’d always liked the raisin cookies. He liked how they were wrinkly and brown. They looked like bad apples, like they were making a face at him.

I'll tell her." "Promise?" "I swear to Grindelwald." {dp}

“You’re alone in this place,” she said softly, circling him. He closed his eyes, painfully tight.

She looked at him with the vigour of a broken tear. He dared not tear his eyes away. {DP}

Millicent asked me a question the other day. She asked what it’s like, being with Draco. I didn’t know what she meant. {PP : DM}