A/N: I love the reviews! Also, I would like to say that I hate disclaimers
and tend to forget them, so here it is. This isn't mine, except for the
story. There, I said it. Trying to beak my sprit, aren't you?
Read, review, enjoy
P.S. I understand that Draco is a prick this chapter. He's got some growing to do, but the cynicism is here to stay. If you don't like Draco as an ass, you're reading to wrong character partnering.
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Well this was going to be painful. Dancing with Pansy always is. Hell, I won't lie, being in the same room with Pansy was somewhere near unbearable. No, I'm not playing the pompous aristocrat, you prats. Let me explain this to you before you go crying to your mother about the unfairness of the world.
I've been all but betrothed to Pansy Parkinson (of the Derbyshire Parkinson's, as if you didn't know) since I was five. I even remember the day my father said something of it.
"Draco, my boy, come here." My father said, shutting his book. "Draco, I've been in talks with Mr. Parkinson. Do you know of him?"
"Yes sir, he owns eight of the banks we patronize in the orient." I said mechanically. Even at five I was being trained, just as a prince is, for my turn through the régime.
"Yes and he has a daughter, Pansy. Do you catch my meaning boy?"
"Yes sir."
And from then on it was concrete. Many things went under the current in my house. If you weren't careful you could be sold into service to the Queen and not know it till they came to collect you.
Such was the way I got into this predicament, I'm sure. One moment I'm arguing with my father and the next I have to fight to get a word out. More bloody annoying than anything. I sound like such a prat all the time. I'm a life-sized doll with seven preset sayings. "Thank you." "Yes." "Glad to meet you." and other such witticisms. I hate to sound cocky, (Oh, wait, I don't.) but I'm the most captivating person in Slytherin and it's somewhere near I'm-going-to-slit-my-wrists when I can't say anything of my own free will.
You see, this is why it is painful to be near Pansy. If you didn't realize, I love the girl and I want more than anything to tell her this git of a human being isn't under his own control. But I can't and she's too thick to think anything other than that I'm doing this purposely. She's shown me that by refusing to say anything to me. If I could only talk to her, just for a moment.
Well, tonight, if I had been under my own influence, it wouldn't have mattered because Pansy was breath taking. She was overshadowing every woman in the room and that was her plan. That made it even better. When she knew she was the most beautiful in the room, it didn't matter if she wasn't because the pure charisma of her character made her glow with radiance anyway. The way of a Slytherin: If you're not, act like you are.
Since my answers were automatic anyway I had taken to ignoring everything that was said. So when my hand shot out to Pansy's I was wondering what had happened, but when my feet took us waltzing, I figured it out, obviously.
Pansy was lovely and it hurt me to see her so displeased, but soon I saw something cross her face that told me she would soon be less board, at my expense, I assumed.
"I've missed you Draco." She purred into my ear.
I was intrigued. Perhaps she had realized that I was no longer myself? Perhaps she had found out my secret. I fought to say something. I knew I could delay the answer of this, if I was obstinate enough. Which, believe it or not, wasn't as hard as it sounds. There was a warm, burning pain in my stomache that soon became so bad I lost concentration and this faux Draco answered in his stale manner. It knew nothing of the drawl I had prefected and cared nothing for my uninterested tone I had adapted. This made it hard to deliver the lines with the rude, but slick way I had come accustom to expressing myself; not that such brash and un-stylized things would sound good coming from anyone's mouth.
"How did you miss me? We parted company on the train only last evening." If I had to be possessed, why must it be a moron?
"No, I've really missed you Draco. I've missed you so bad. I'm just so lonely and cold." It was obvious she didn't have a clue. She was trying to bait me. She must have noticed something, because if she had dared say that to me, or even near me, I would have been very expressive on how dumb she had made herself look. at all costs I didn't let such a beautiful thing make herself look a fool.
I tried harder this time, and the burning was more enraged. I worked myself till the burning became almost unbearable. The prickling, hot sensation like flaming needles being bored into my being. It wasn't just the stomach this time, but it was spreading to my chest. I thought another thought for one moment and I lost it. The burning stopped and my reply came.
"If you're cold why don't I lend you my jacket?"
"But what about loneliness? It's been so long Draco." She was trying to get me out and honestly, it worked. I was working as hard as a Malfoy can be expected to, under the conditions and finally, amidst the burning that made my eye sting and my chest burn, I felt something snap.
I put my hand over her mouth. I was taking no chances on being heard. I pushed her into the velvet curtains that I was aware held the house-elves hall. I glanced into her eyes and saw no fear. She was more brave than the others, not in that noble way the Gryffindors were, but in a belligerent, bratty sort of way that made you notice she was an only child and princess of an empire, and expected to be treated as such in every situation. That only made me love her more.
Once we were against the wall I stopped. The thought took me to kiss her. I confess it wasn't because I was so entranced be her beauty I couldn't help myself, or I though this was to most romantic way to give our first kiss. I did this for the fact that she may still have the impulse to scream, and, if I have any estimation of my powers as a lover, this would quell it and, as I've been told by my last girlfriend, would render her speechless.
The kiss was more than I would have imagined. Yes, I've kissed before, but none have ever spread warmth through my body and made me light headed. I must say I enjoyed the experience and hoped to repeat it sometime. I could feel to snap start to repair itself so I ventured to cut the kiss short.
I didn't know how to express what I had to say, but I didn't seem to need to think about it. Another impulse that was more forceful then the one that made me act the way I had for a year, but one that frenzied me and made it unnecessary to think of anything but Pansy's sweet kiss and her body being close to mine. This force spoke for me.
"You're beautiful and I l-" The burning came back, but it felt as though someone had hit me in the back of the head. There was an excruciating, blinding pain and I haven't a clue what I said to her, but she was angry, a blind, deaf house elf could tell when Pansy was angry.
There was a ringing in my ears the entire rest of the evening and a soreness in my neck. I didn't hear much, but the entire night I knew what I was about to say and normally I would be furious with myself for letting my guard down and saying something like that, but I knew it was true.
Read, review, enjoy
P.S. I understand that Draco is a prick this chapter. He's got some growing to do, but the cynicism is here to stay. If you don't like Draco as an ass, you're reading to wrong character partnering.
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Well this was going to be painful. Dancing with Pansy always is. Hell, I won't lie, being in the same room with Pansy was somewhere near unbearable. No, I'm not playing the pompous aristocrat, you prats. Let me explain this to you before you go crying to your mother about the unfairness of the world.
I've been all but betrothed to Pansy Parkinson (of the Derbyshire Parkinson's, as if you didn't know) since I was five. I even remember the day my father said something of it.
"Draco, my boy, come here." My father said, shutting his book. "Draco, I've been in talks with Mr. Parkinson. Do you know of him?"
"Yes sir, he owns eight of the banks we patronize in the orient." I said mechanically. Even at five I was being trained, just as a prince is, for my turn through the régime.
"Yes and he has a daughter, Pansy. Do you catch my meaning boy?"
"Yes sir."
And from then on it was concrete. Many things went under the current in my house. If you weren't careful you could be sold into service to the Queen and not know it till they came to collect you.
Such was the way I got into this predicament, I'm sure. One moment I'm arguing with my father and the next I have to fight to get a word out. More bloody annoying than anything. I sound like such a prat all the time. I'm a life-sized doll with seven preset sayings. "Thank you." "Yes." "Glad to meet you." and other such witticisms. I hate to sound cocky, (Oh, wait, I don't.) but I'm the most captivating person in Slytherin and it's somewhere near I'm-going-to-slit-my-wrists when I can't say anything of my own free will.
You see, this is why it is painful to be near Pansy. If you didn't realize, I love the girl and I want more than anything to tell her this git of a human being isn't under his own control. But I can't and she's too thick to think anything other than that I'm doing this purposely. She's shown me that by refusing to say anything to me. If I could only talk to her, just for a moment.
Well, tonight, if I had been under my own influence, it wouldn't have mattered because Pansy was breath taking. She was overshadowing every woman in the room and that was her plan. That made it even better. When she knew she was the most beautiful in the room, it didn't matter if she wasn't because the pure charisma of her character made her glow with radiance anyway. The way of a Slytherin: If you're not, act like you are.
Since my answers were automatic anyway I had taken to ignoring everything that was said. So when my hand shot out to Pansy's I was wondering what had happened, but when my feet took us waltzing, I figured it out, obviously.
Pansy was lovely and it hurt me to see her so displeased, but soon I saw something cross her face that told me she would soon be less board, at my expense, I assumed.
"I've missed you Draco." She purred into my ear.
I was intrigued. Perhaps she had realized that I was no longer myself? Perhaps she had found out my secret. I fought to say something. I knew I could delay the answer of this, if I was obstinate enough. Which, believe it or not, wasn't as hard as it sounds. There was a warm, burning pain in my stomache that soon became so bad I lost concentration and this faux Draco answered in his stale manner. It knew nothing of the drawl I had prefected and cared nothing for my uninterested tone I had adapted. This made it hard to deliver the lines with the rude, but slick way I had come accustom to expressing myself; not that such brash and un-stylized things would sound good coming from anyone's mouth.
"How did you miss me? We parted company on the train only last evening." If I had to be possessed, why must it be a moron?
"No, I've really missed you Draco. I've missed you so bad. I'm just so lonely and cold." It was obvious she didn't have a clue. She was trying to bait me. She must have noticed something, because if she had dared say that to me, or even near me, I would have been very expressive on how dumb she had made herself look. at all costs I didn't let such a beautiful thing make herself look a fool.
I tried harder this time, and the burning was more enraged. I worked myself till the burning became almost unbearable. The prickling, hot sensation like flaming needles being bored into my being. It wasn't just the stomach this time, but it was spreading to my chest. I thought another thought for one moment and I lost it. The burning stopped and my reply came.
"If you're cold why don't I lend you my jacket?"
"But what about loneliness? It's been so long Draco." She was trying to get me out and honestly, it worked. I was working as hard as a Malfoy can be expected to, under the conditions and finally, amidst the burning that made my eye sting and my chest burn, I felt something snap.
I put my hand over her mouth. I was taking no chances on being heard. I pushed her into the velvet curtains that I was aware held the house-elves hall. I glanced into her eyes and saw no fear. She was more brave than the others, not in that noble way the Gryffindors were, but in a belligerent, bratty sort of way that made you notice she was an only child and princess of an empire, and expected to be treated as such in every situation. That only made me love her more.
Once we were against the wall I stopped. The thought took me to kiss her. I confess it wasn't because I was so entranced be her beauty I couldn't help myself, or I though this was to most romantic way to give our first kiss. I did this for the fact that she may still have the impulse to scream, and, if I have any estimation of my powers as a lover, this would quell it and, as I've been told by my last girlfriend, would render her speechless.
The kiss was more than I would have imagined. Yes, I've kissed before, but none have ever spread warmth through my body and made me light headed. I must say I enjoyed the experience and hoped to repeat it sometime. I could feel to snap start to repair itself so I ventured to cut the kiss short.
I didn't know how to express what I had to say, but I didn't seem to need to think about it. Another impulse that was more forceful then the one that made me act the way I had for a year, but one that frenzied me and made it unnecessary to think of anything but Pansy's sweet kiss and her body being close to mine. This force spoke for me.
"You're beautiful and I l-" The burning came back, but it felt as though someone had hit me in the back of the head. There was an excruciating, blinding pain and I haven't a clue what I said to her, but she was angry, a blind, deaf house elf could tell when Pansy was angry.
There was a ringing in my ears the entire rest of the evening and a soreness in my neck. I didn't hear much, but the entire night I knew what I was about to say and normally I would be furious with myself for letting my guard down and saying something like that, but I knew it was true.