Author's note: I'm really sorry for the delay. I'm really busy and had a major writer's block. And I mean MAJOR! It came to the point where I completely stopped having ideas inside my head. Is the world cruel or what? Anyway, now that I'm back, I would try to update as much as possible.
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Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
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Note: News about Crimson Moon will be after the chapter.
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Only 17
Chapter XVI
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The mansion was peaceful and chaos free that night. Everyone was doing their job as they struggled to keep the place clean and neat before their masters arrive from their daily routine. It was always a rule to be followed and when not, a great punishment will be given to whoever defies.
They were all working like robots when a screeching sound was heard just outside the mansion. The workers all stopped what they were doing as the huge front doors of the mansion swung open with incredible force and through it came a fuming Pansy who stomped right upstairs with a long line of soft curses to match and banged the door to her room.
She threw her bag on her bed, picked up her wireless phone and speed dialed Draco's number (which was number one, mind you). Pansy tapped her foot impatiently as the phone rang for about six times before a deep, familiar voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Dra-"
"I'm sorry but I'm really busy right now. So, if you don't mind...beep!"
Pansy slammed the receiver on the rack and let out a frustrated sigh as she tried to conceal the scream that she wanted to let out. After a few minutes of silence, a loud, shrill scream erupted from Pansy's room. The helpers were shaken by the scream and rushed to her room and see what happened.
"Miss Parkinson, are you-"
"Get out!"
"But Miss Parkinson-"
"I SAID GET OUT!"
In fear of being fired and to have busted ear drums, they backed away from her room and left her to throw out all her frustration on the innocent pillow lying atop her bed. Pansy kept punching the harmless pillow until it was distorted and undistinguishable. When she looked at its tattered form, she carelessly threw the pillow to the floor.
Pansy treaded towards the small refrigerator at the corner of her room and extracted a cold bottle of whiskey and poured herself a small glass which she drowned in one gulp. She filled her glass once more as the phone rang. Pansy chugged down her drink and reached for the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Pansy. It's me, Millicent." the voice at the end of the line answered. "What's wrong? You sound so worked up."
"It's Draco. I-" Pansy sighed to calm herself down for a few seconds before speaking once more. "I tried to call his private phone a few minutes ago."
"But?"
"But the answering machine answered the call. Probably busy shagging his fiancée." Millicent gave out a tired sigh.
"Pans, get over him. He wasn't worth it anyway."
"What do you mean he wasn't worth it?! He was the sexiest guy among all the guys I met. He knows his stuff. He's-"
"A sex god?" Millicent finished.
"Yes! Exactly. A sex god. But that witch had to steal him away from me. She tried to seduce him and made him hers. And Draco. Oh, my beloved Draco. He was blinded by her beauty and...and..."
"Pansy?"
"And I just want my Drakey back!" At this point, Pansy was already sobbing her eyes out as she spoke to Millicent over the phone. "Our relationship was so perfect and that Granger had to come into the picture and seduce him until he was completely at her mercy. My little Drakey was powerless!"
"But, Pansy, have you considered the possibility that Draco just wants a time out," Millicent suggested over the phone.
"But Drakey wouldn't-"
"Or a break up?"
"NOOOO!!!"
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Draco, though the drawing room was warm, suddenly, out of the blue, sneezed loudly which caused his mother to stop talking and look at him, together with Hermione, strangely.
"Draco, are you alright?" Hermione inquired as she circled her arms around him and rubbed his arms, attempting to warm him up.
"Yes, dear. Is it too cold? We could turn the heater up and-"
"No. I'm quite alright. Just some...dust bunnies."
Hermione and Narcissa both looked at Draco as if he was crazy. "Dust bunnies?"
"Um, dad's term for...dust." Draco replied sheepishly.
"Oh, dear," Narcissa said as she shook her head. "I should've known it was from his father. it just gets worse everyday."
"Mmm-hmm..." Hermione nodded in interest.
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It was very crowded in Diagon Alley. The streets were filled with different people, noisily buying the necessities they need. In Draco and Hermione's case, they needed a bed for their future home and the hunt for the perfect bed was, of course, headed by Narcissa herself. Though how much the couple insisted that it was too early for them to be doing this, Narcissa insisted since she believed in the superstition, "The sooner we buy the bed, the sooner I'll have grandchildren."
"But, mom. We don't even have the house to put it in." Draco whined as his feet were starting to ache. "And we're not even married yet to begin with."
"We could buy the house later. All you have to do is to look at a few magazines, talk to some people and viola! You have your house." Narcissa replied. "And you could just get married anytime. It's not very important."
"But Narcissa, isn't the marriage...important?" Hermione curiously asked as Narcissa looked through the magazine given to her by the sales person.
"Oh, I didn't say the marriage wasn't important. All I said was that the marriage is not very important. There's a big difference you know." the older woman replied without looking up from the magazine she was flipping through.
"Hmm...yeah. Big difference." Hermione mumbled as she walked over to Draco who was seated on one of the chairs with his head in his hands. She crouched down to his head's level and whispered in his ear, "How 'bout we ditch this place and go for something more...exciting?"
Draco lifted his head, revealing his devilish smirk and looked up at his mother who was still busily flipping through the pages of yet another magazines mostly featuring...beds. He looked back at Hermione and gave out a soft chuckle.
"You're on."
dreamaker: Yey! Another chapter done. For me, I think that my style has improved a bit. But that's only my opinion. I need your reviews people.
About Crimson Moon:
Okay, so I have a big announcement to make. I am deleting my fic, Crimson Moon. I'm sorry if you guys really looked forward to what would happen next but I suddenly ran out of ideas. For those of you who haven't read this two chaptered story, I'm giving you until my next update to check it out. But if you missed it, just e-mail me and if you're lucky, I could send you the file and if you want to continue it, go ahead. But please don't use the same title for I will be using the same title for another fic and be sure to give credit to me for starting the fic.
I'm really sorry. But don't worry. Only 17 will be continuing. I couldn't delete it now that I've gotten this far.
