Hey!!! I am so beyond sorry. I had an art project due and I
stayed up till 12:00 am finishing it. I also had a
basketball game that afternoon that lasted till 7:45. Well,
I hope you guys are extra excited about this chapter,
because I really do some bad stuff to Pansy. And you know
that any chapter that does that has to be good.

Disclaimer: Well, there are certain people in the world that
are created to do good things, aka J.K. Rowling, Disney, and
Verdi. I was created to copy them and make a story that
doesn't belong to me at all.

Chapter 15 - Thousand

She stared after the one she thought was her beloved in
disbelief. He felt nothing for her. There was not even one
cell that seemed to love her in the way she did him. Was she
missing something? She was never really that accute to
others feelings, it was all about her.

How could this happen to her? She was all powerful on
the dark side. Her father and mother, two respectable death-
eaters, had promised her a good life with her loving
husband, Draco Malfoy. Now everything was going downhill
because of that stupid little mudblood. She knew Hermione
would overtake her one day. That thing wasn't even pretty
compared to a screech owl, so how could that thing even be
compared to a beatuful, vivacious, and did we mention sexy
thing like Pansy Ophelia Parkinson.

She stalked back up to her room. She was supposed to be
getting ready for the wedding. But what's the use of getting
married to someone who doesn't love you? All of her ladies
tarried and carried on about what a beautiful bride and what
a happy couple she and Draco would be.

She headed down to the Great Hall where the wedding
would take place. She walked down the aisle with her father
and then stood beside Draco. His face looked so sad. Then
Voldemort started to recite the vows.

(A/N: This is what happens after Draco leaves from his point
of view)

Draco couldn't believe it. everything he had ever
wanted in life had just been thrown out the window by a
marrige to someone he didn't love.

He had to finish the arrangements with Voldemort and
then he had to get ready. He went to the Great Hall where
there were slaves setting up flowers and candles everywhere.
Consequently, they were all very sickening colors. Although
it was quite typical of Pansy to make his life miserable by
just being herself.

He saw that all the slaves were whispering excitedly.
There was definitely something going on in the slave
quarters. He grabbed the one who seemed to the most because
she was whispering the most and took her outside.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Hann...Hannah Abott, sir," she said timidly. Evidently
they had been taught to fear him.

"What is going on in the slave quarters?" He demanded.
He didn't like being so forceful, but he had to hurry.

"I caa...can't tell, sir." She said.

"You tell or you die." He threatened.

"Ok, ok, Hermione and Harry are making a plan for us to
escape." She whispered.

"How?" he asked, but then took it back. "No, don't
answer that, when?"

"During the wedding, sire," She said.

With those words Draco ran upstairs to get ready and
ran back down to go back. There was only thing that he could
do to make it all work. And it was something that really
anywone would hate. A little one word clue here on what's
happening: jilted.

That's right, just as the vows were being said, he
sprited towards the door. Certain of what must happen in the
course of events.

A/N: Again, I am soooooooooooooooooo sorry. I hoped you
liked it and please review. Lots of Airheads stuffed in 20oz
Sprite bottles and Mary Stewart covers galore. That's also
compliments of Ambrosius. Happy November 30th everyone!!!
Thanks, Epequa ;)