I'll Never Tell…
WARNING: Rated R for violence, sexual content, swearing and overall
darkness. Don't like, don't read. Flames only keep me warm in winter.
NB: A dark Draco/Pansy shipping set in the sixth Hogwarts year. I own nothing. And the Mental Illness info was found all over the net.
Chapter Four: Adrienne
PANSY POV:
"So tell me about yourself, Adrienne." I say as we walk through one of Hogwarts' many interesting corridors. She smiles mysteriously and tucks a lock of black hair behind one ear.
"There's not much to say, really. Like I said before, I'm half-Egyptian, from my Mother's side. My Dad met her when his job transferred him to Egypt…He's a Muggle archaeologist. My Mum's a Pureblood. I went to Amun-Ra's Academy of Magic up until I was ten when my Dad's job had him transferred back here, and I'm an only child. Yourself?" I smile.
"English, Pureblood family. Father works for the Ministry of Magic. Been at Hogwarts since I turned eleven. One sister and one brother. Oh, and a boyfriend, you probably noticed me kissing him before?" Adrienne chuckles.
"The Spanish boy?" I nod. Blaise is half-Spanish, after all, from his Father. He was lucky to inherit the best features too. Tall and streamlined appearance. Dark, straight hair. Golden skin that contrasts strongly with my ivory complexion. And he has these hypnotic brown eyes with copper and gold flecks. I love him, and not just for his looks. His gentle, mystifying personality and lack of stereotypical pureblood bigotry was what actually drew me to him in the first place at the end of our fourth year.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"No time. I need to keep on top of my studies…but…" She stalls, a sudden shyness overtaking her face.
"But what?" I can't help but smirk, wondering if she has a secret crush. She stares at the floor for a moment, then back at me.
"I don't want to sound too hopeful…but…Dyathinkyacould…"She mumbles incoherently. I snort, trying to hold back my laughter before asking her to repeat her mumbles. She chuckles somewhat nervously.
"Do you think you could put in a good word for me with that Malfoy boy? I've liked him for awhile, but I don't think he'll be interested because I'm not Slytherin…" I shrug.
"Well, he's not seeing anybody, so I'll try. But no promises." A small smile lights up her face, then the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. I frown, knowing that my next class is Herbology, and it's a theory lesson, which I hate. Adrienne rolls her eyes too.
"I have Three Unit Arithmancy." She grumbles. "Only Merlin knows why I would pick such a complicated subject. Oh well, at least it's my last lesson today." She turns on her heel and heads towards the next staircase to her lesson. I ignore the staircase, instead turning backwards to make my way to the greenhouses where Professor Sprout insists on holding all our lessons, both theory and practical. Draco and Blaise are, as usual (at least for Blaise), waiting for me at the door of the school.
DRACO POV:
Pansy smiles at the both of us, but raises one eyebrow in question.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Arithmancy right now?" I shrug.
"Study period, remember?" She nods in recognition as Blaise slides an arm around her waist. They're just about to leave when she calls my name.
"What, Pansy?"
"Are you familiar with a girl called Adrienne Anubis?" Of course I am familiar with her, very familiar in fact, but, being a Malfoy, I go along with the act.
"Depends. Describe her to me?"
"She was the girl I left the Great Hall with…" I nod. A smirk appears on Pansy's lips. "She likes you. A lot." I hold in a snort of laughter, but allow my smirk to show.
"And let me guess…She asked you to 'put in a good word' for her?" Pansy shrugs, smirking.
"Correct, Draco. But I think you should give her a go. She seems to be your type of girl. Exotic, attractive and intelligent." I shrug, still playing along.
"I guess I could take your advice for once, Pansy…That is…if you agree to set us up."
"I will." Pansy agrees. "Now, bugger off! You're making Blaise and myself late for Herbology!" I laugh, and begin to ascend downstairs to the Slytherin common room, my thoughts filled with a mysterious girl, a promise to the Dark Lord, and my conscience twisting and writing within my body from the knowledge that I have done something very wrong…
