Chapter Three
Change of Heart
"Mum?" Pansy said as they drove down the street, towards Malfoy Manor.
"Yes dear?" Mrs. Parkinson responded, tearing her eyes away from the road for a moment to look at her daughter.
"Why couldn't we make Josh marry someone? Or maybe make him get a good job soon..." The younger Parkinson suggested tentatively.
Mrs. Parkinson drew a deep breath. "Pansy... You know that couldn't happen."
"But why mum?! Why couldn't Josh work at the ministry? He isn't a death eater!"
When her mother remained silent and gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white, Pansy gasped.
"He is?! Mum! He's only 17!"
"It was a life or death decision, Pansy." Mrs. Parkinson said stiffly. "I had no choice in the matter... Ever since your father died you know how things have been."
"But he's not even out of Hogwarts yet!"
"Pansy Marie Belle I don't wish to hear anymore on the subject. You are going to marry Draco Malfoy and you are going to like it."
Pansy swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat, bit back the hot tears that were stinging her eyes and looked out the window wishing her father was still alive. He wouldn't have let something like this happen.
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Draco looked down at his watch. He'd be expected inside in a few minutes.
But was it really worth going in? He'd be forced to marry her whether he went in or not.
"Draco!" His mother's voice rang, sweet and clear through the garden. Maybe his watch was off a few minutes. Or perhaps his father wished to have another chat.
At least there'd be no hitting involved. Lucius couldn't risk having his son bruised when company came.
"Yes?" He stood and walked over to where she could see him, being careful to leave the book on the bench.
"The Parkinsons have arrived."
"Oh."
He allowed his mother to lead him to the room he dubbed the idiot gathering place. Pointless conversational topics were used here and guests were "entertained" in this room.
Draco first spotted a woman with a hair color that his mother liked to refer to as "dishwater blonde." She was taller than his mother and had a darker complexion than her but he could easily say his mother was prettier.
His eyes traveled to a girl that could only be her daughter and his lip curled. The girl had a face like a pug and ugly hair that just barely passed as blonde. Her eyes were a watery blue and easily her best feature, though that wasn't saying much.
He managed to plant a smirk on his face as he walked to the two guests. "Good evening Mrs. Parkinson..." He paused and looked to the girl, taking her hand and kissing it. "Miss Parkinson."
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A smile lit up her face as the handsome boy kissed her hand.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad! Draco was utterly perfect. She found herself wondering why his parents would even bother arranging a marriage for him. He'd surely get any girl he wanted when he began looking for a wife!
But she needn't worry about him getting girls.
Ultimately, she thought. He's mine.
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A/n: Pansy has reconsidered. Draco still isn't happy. Spells disaster for me!
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Change of Heart
"Mum?" Pansy said as they drove down the street, towards Malfoy Manor.
"Yes dear?" Mrs. Parkinson responded, tearing her eyes away from the road for a moment to look at her daughter.
"Why couldn't we make Josh marry someone? Or maybe make him get a good job soon..." The younger Parkinson suggested tentatively.
Mrs. Parkinson drew a deep breath. "Pansy... You know that couldn't happen."
"But why mum?! Why couldn't Josh work at the ministry? He isn't a death eater!"
When her mother remained silent and gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white, Pansy gasped.
"He is?! Mum! He's only 17!"
"It was a life or death decision, Pansy." Mrs. Parkinson said stiffly. "I had no choice in the matter... Ever since your father died you know how things have been."
"But he's not even out of Hogwarts yet!"
"Pansy Marie Belle I don't wish to hear anymore on the subject. You are going to marry Draco Malfoy and you are going to like it."
Pansy swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat, bit back the hot tears that were stinging her eyes and looked out the window wishing her father was still alive. He wouldn't have let something like this happen.
---
Draco looked down at his watch. He'd be expected inside in a few minutes.
But was it really worth going in? He'd be forced to marry her whether he went in or not.
"Draco!" His mother's voice rang, sweet and clear through the garden. Maybe his watch was off a few minutes. Or perhaps his father wished to have another chat.
At least there'd be no hitting involved. Lucius couldn't risk having his son bruised when company came.
"Yes?" He stood and walked over to where she could see him, being careful to leave the book on the bench.
"The Parkinsons have arrived."
"Oh."
He allowed his mother to lead him to the room he dubbed the idiot gathering place. Pointless conversational topics were used here and guests were "entertained" in this room.
Draco first spotted a woman with a hair color that his mother liked to refer to as "dishwater blonde." She was taller than his mother and had a darker complexion than her but he could easily say his mother was prettier.
His eyes traveled to a girl that could only be her daughter and his lip curled. The girl had a face like a pug and ugly hair that just barely passed as blonde. Her eyes were a watery blue and easily her best feature, though that wasn't saying much.
He managed to plant a smirk on his face as he walked to the two guests. "Good evening Mrs. Parkinson..." He paused and looked to the girl, taking her hand and kissing it. "Miss Parkinson."
---
A smile lit up her face as the handsome boy kissed her hand.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad! Draco was utterly perfect. She found herself wondering why his parents would even bother arranging a marriage for him. He'd surely get any girl he wanted when he began looking for a wife!
But she needn't worry about him getting girls.
Ultimately, she thought. He's mine.
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A/n: Pansy has reconsidered. Draco still isn't happy. Spells disaster for me!
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