This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word Count: 1227
Title: As He Watches Me
Note: Set once Pansy is of age.
Warnings: Large age gap, crossgen, suggestive content, adultery
Beta: Herochick007, justalittlepositivitea
Golden Snitch
[Name] Crissie
[School] Uagadou
[House] Ogyinae
Quidditch League:
[Team]: Ballycastle Bats
[Position] Seeker
[Theme]: Link 'Em Up - Pansy Parkinson/Lucius Malfoy
[Theme] Quidditch Supplies
[Prompts]:
[Theme]: Book Club
[Prompts]:
[Theme]: Pokemon
[Prompts]:
It was flattering to know that Draco's father liked me. At first, I revelled in it. I enjoyed his grey eyes seeking me out at the Malfoy family breakfast table. I enjoyed hearing Draco mention how Mr. Malfoy would never deny me coming over, to his wife's annoyance. I wonder if she suspected, as I did, that there was nothing innocent about the glances and the subtle hints at the relationship between me and his son.
"Miss Parkinson," Lucius said. "I hear your parents haven't chosen you a suitor yet."
I nodded, sipping my iced tea and trying to control the blush threatening to creep up in my cheeks.
"Of course, Draco and Astoria's marriage had been planned almost since their birth," he continued.
"Yes, Draco has mentioned it." I say politely, taking a bite of bacon to fill the silence that fell over the breakfast table.
"Draco says you don't date," Lucius said, and I barely contained my blush. Surely this line of conversation wasn't appropriate.
"I haven't found someone whose company I enjoy romantically," I said, trying to be diplomatic.
"I see," Lucius replied, his perfectly manicured hand reaching to put a stray hair back behind his ears. It was a habit I had noticed his son had picked up as well. The silver orbs were dancing with mischief. Did Narcissa know her husband was flirting with me?
Draco finally spoke. "Yes, Pansy is strong willed, she knows what she wants."
For a second, the support confused me. Was he trying to tell his father to back off? Or was he saying that he saw what was happening and he was okay with how it played out?
I met Draco's eyes, and saw his support. As unconventional as it was, it appeared that Draco would not judge me or his father, based on anything that happened between us in the Manor.
"Well then, I am off to that conference," Narcissa said, she made a point of kissing Draco's cheek in greeting, and smiled at me, a small, half-forced smile. She picked up her handbag and was out the door before I could say Quidditch.
I was lying by the pool, feeling the heat from the sunroof warm up my body. I had a copy of one of my favourite fiction writers beside my lounge chair, and stretched out lazily, feeling my red bikini top raise up ever so slightly. I felt another heat rush through me, and it wasn't from the sun. I wasn't sure what Draco was up to. I had always been more than at home at the Manor, and then I realised it was those grey orbs that took in my figure. Attempting not to seem startled, I made slight movements to adjust myself into a slightly less revealing position before Mr Malfoy approached me.
"Where is Draco?" Lucius asked.
I shook my head slightly. "I'm not sure, he had things to do, so I decided to get some sun."
"I see," Lucius grinned at me. I felt my heart fluttering without my consent. "A romance novel?"
I felt myself flush. "My secret shame, I must admit," I said, attempting to regain my composure. After all this back and forth, it did not mean that the one and only Lucius Malfoy was truly interested in me, despite the covetous looks.
"Slytherin's should have no shame," he said.
"Despite nefarious deeds?"
"Of course, Pansy," he paused. "If I may be so informal."
"You may," I said with a cheeky grin. Despite how wrong it was, it felt so good to be wanted by a man so powerful, so influential. I was sure nothing could compare to this… Oh, how wrong I was…
"Draco," I said. I was sitting on his bed as he was going through some of his things. He wanted to throw out some things. He spoke about a new start, forgetting the past, moving on now that the war was over.
"Yes, darling?" Draco asked, pausing his efforts to look at me.
"Do you think he likes me?"
"Of course he does," Draco sneered. "He is always staring at you, he is never more aware of his surroundings than when you're visiting me."
"Don't you think he is just worried about the contract with the Greengrass family?" I asked, trying to remain neutral, despite the passionate flair up of longing within me at his son's confirmation.
"No," Draco said firmly. "He knows the truth, despite playing dumb. He just won't accept it. He knows exactly who I want."
"You know I won't pursue this," I attempted to assure him. I wasn't going to get in bed with a married man, literally or figuratively.
"Pans," Draco said. "Listen to me, very carefully. My father gets everything he wants."
"Including me?" I smirked. Of course it was hard to believe that he was not only fine with it, but resigned to the fact that I was going to end up falling for Malfoy senior. I don't think I was fully aware of how deep I was in over my head.
"Including you, darling," Draco assured me.
I couldn't sleep, so I was laying in my guest bedroom, looking around the pastel yellow room. Draco knew it was my favourite, so I always got put here during my visits. There was a full length ornate wood vanity, and my bedspread was white with yellow flowers. The walls were painted a soft pastel yellow, and it made the room feel warm and happy. It reminded me of warmth, more so than my own childhood room ever had. The curtains were blowing gently with the wind, and I felt the goosebumps raise on my arms, and then proceed over my naked form.
The wind of the summer night was tickling my skin, I stood and walked to the window, latching it. I watched the full moon outside, and wondered if Lucius Malfoy was asleep. Just then, a barely audible knock sounded on my door. It was probably Draco, I reasoned, aware of my nude form. I was fully convinced Draco was gay, and he had seen me naked before, I wasn't really self-concious. I knew I was beautiful.
"Come in," I whispered. As soon as the door swung open, I blushed. It wasn't Draco, it was his father standing in the doorway. I grabbed the curtain to preserve my modesty, and watched his hungry eyes take in my form.
"You told me to come in," he said with a smirk.
"I thought it was Draco."
"You would let my son see you nude?" His voice sounded covetous, perhaps jealous.
"Slytherin's should have no shame," I quoted back at him, reminded of our conversation in the swimming pool room.
"Indeed," he said, walking boldly towards me. Then, with a sudden motion, he pulled away the curtains, leaving his eyes to sweep in my form in the full moon light.
It was then I realised, just watching will never sate the hunger, a hunger that was overwhelming me more and more with each second we stood there, as if frozen in our longing. I caved first, I moved towards Lucius, claiming his lips boldly. He hummed against them, and kissed me back without hesitation. He pulled me against him, and our kiss deepened. Yes, I knew what I wanted, and I wanted him, I wanted Lucius Malfoy.