Chapter Four
Afterthoughts
Draco fell onto his bed and scowled. Why must I marry her? He sneered. She wasn't even pretty.
He figured his parents had a reason but he was blind to it. Surely, they wanted beautiful, perfect grandchildren. Who ever heard of a hideous Malfoy? Imagine a child with Pansy's pug nose. His fair skin and pale features couldn't even hide that.
Perhaps he just wouldn't ever have children with her . . . Or perhaps a scandel! Yes, that would work. Get one of his friends with dark hair and eyes and get them together. And after a child was born, she couldn't be his wife! No Malfoy ever produced a child with dark hair. It was unheard of!
Ah . . . But it would work! She would be shuned from her family and his. Her child would be disowned from both families and perhaps they'd both be killed!
He, Draco, would be allowed to choose a wife of his own and there would be apologies and consolation.
It was the perfect plan.
Until which time he could put it to use though, he'd have other girlfriends. Certainly, they couldn't expect him to just date her for eight years and then wed her. He'd kill himself before then.
But what to do now? School didn't start for another few months and that was the only place he could be free from her.
He sat up and looked at the clock. It was still early. Perhaps he could go see a muggle movie. Some of those were quite good. Or maybe he could fly around on his new broom and perfect his flying skills.
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Pansy sat on her bed and stared at her wall. On it was a flashing banner reading, "Pansy Parkinson Malfoy."
A sigh passed her lips. She couldn't wait for the day they were wed. It had been like heaven when he kissed her hand . . . Imagine what it would be like to have their first kiss!
But she couldn't help but wonder how he felt. She hadn't seen much emotion in his cool eyes. She had voiced that concern to her mother but all she had said was that it was the Malfoy way. No emotion was best.
Though did that mean that Draco felt nothing for her? Or did it mean he felt something but choose to hide it?
It was all too much to think about now. Maybe after some rest she could see about speaking with him again. Maybe - if her mother said it was all right - she could ask him about it.
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A/n: Sorry so short. Future chapters will be longer, hopefully. I have it all planned out and so far there will be only eleven chapters with the possibility of a sequel.
Please review!
Draco fell onto his bed and scowled. Why must I marry her? He sneered. She wasn't even pretty.
He figured his parents had a reason but he was blind to it. Surely, they wanted beautiful, perfect grandchildren. Who ever heard of a hideous Malfoy? Imagine a child with Pansy's pug nose. His fair skin and pale features couldn't even hide that.
Perhaps he just wouldn't ever have children with her . . . Or perhaps a scandel! Yes, that would work. Get one of his friends with dark hair and eyes and get them together. And after a child was born, she couldn't be his wife! No Malfoy ever produced a child with dark hair. It was unheard of!
Ah . . . But it would work! She would be shuned from her family and his. Her child would be disowned from both families and perhaps they'd both be killed!
He, Draco, would be allowed to choose a wife of his own and there would be apologies and consolation.
It was the perfect plan.
Until which time he could put it to use though, he'd have other girlfriends. Certainly, they couldn't expect him to just date her for eight years and then wed her. He'd kill himself before then.
But what to do now? School didn't start for another few months and that was the only place he could be free from her.
He sat up and looked at the clock. It was still early. Perhaps he could go see a muggle movie. Some of those were quite good. Or maybe he could fly around on his new broom and perfect his flying skills.
---
Pansy sat on her bed and stared at her wall. On it was a flashing banner reading, "Pansy Parkinson Malfoy."
A sigh passed her lips. She couldn't wait for the day they were wed. It had been like heaven when he kissed her hand . . . Imagine what it would be like to have their first kiss!
But she couldn't help but wonder how he felt. She hadn't seen much emotion in his cool eyes. She had voiced that concern to her mother but all she had said was that it was the Malfoy way. No emotion was best.
Though did that mean that Draco felt nothing for her? Or did it mean he felt something but choose to hide it?
It was all too much to think about now. Maybe after some rest she could see about speaking with him again. Maybe - if her mother said it was all right - she could ask him about it.
---
A/n: Sorry so short. Future chapters will be longer, hopefully. I have it all planned out and so far there will be only eleven chapters with the possibility of a sequel.
Please review!