Malfoy Manor

Ch. 8

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Pansy and Millicent bought loads of jewels, clothes, and then decided to get some coffee at a local cafe. Their afternoon proved to be quite intriguing. They found come young studs, and seduced them. Finally after enough fuck shopping, Millicent called it quits stating:

"I must return to Blaise, he'll be waiting. We'll see you tonight."

She left, leaving Pansy alone with her thoughts. She sat in the corner booth in the cafe looking out at the window. Nothing meant anything to her anymore. Sex was just an act to help her feel human. She has lost everything two days before graduation when she was told of her arranged marriage to Draco. She snorted.

"If you could call this a marriage."

Suddenly she heard a voice, strangely familiar, almost sensual. The voice purred softly in her ear.

"Now Pansy, love, talking to yourself in public isn't a good sign." Slurred the voice.

"Answering myself would be worse." She said seductively. The words playing off her tongue and into the mystery man's ears causing him to grin. She heard his sweet melancholy laugh echo through her soul. She turned to join him at his table. He was always so inviting. She knew deep down that it would always end up them. She just couldn't tear herself away from him. Something held her there suspended in nothingness. This feeling left her uneasy as if she was miserable, but in a wonderful way. she couldn't look away from him bright blue eyes. His slicked back gelled hair, goofy grin, and playful boyish face. His eyes twinkled with mischievous delight. He owned her, and he knew it.

"Sit with me awhile hon," He paused then added, "have you missed me?" His fingers grasped hers, and he eyes locked with his.

"Everyday." She purred softly caressing his thumb.

"I've been watching you for quite sometime. Those boys, they're beneath you love." he said nonchalantly.

"They're nothing compared to you, nobody is. It's all your fault." She said coolly, with a genuine pout.

"What that I'm good, or that I make you feel?" He blankly stated.

"Both." She said indifferently.

His eyes were brought back to her round pale face. He eyed her long blonde locks curling around her slender shoulder, just a little. Her hazel eyes held all the beauty in the world, yet held so much contempt for mankind itself. Her ruby glossed lips, so full, so inviting. he grazed the side of her face with his spare hand, running his thumb along her lips, tracing them softly. She closed her eyes, and leaned into his warmth. She placed her hand on his, and pushing it firmer against her face, she let out a sigh of content. They stayed like this until he spoke, leaning close to her ear.

"I really have missed you." He whispered, his breath heating her tender neck sending chills down her spine. He smelled her hair, then gently touched her with his nose. turning her face towards his, she opened her eyes. Staring into his playful orbs, she breathed in his scent with smelled spicy. She said nothing just sat there, enjoying the silence. He broke again and said:

"How is he? Is he well?"

She turned to him, a mock smile,

"He's well, you should see him, he's beautiful."

He placed both hands cupping her face. He brought her into a passionate kiss. when they both needed air, he pulled away gasping for breath. He grinned broadly.

"We shall see." He stated offhandedly.

He pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply until a waiter handed them the bill for their coffee. The waiter stalled watching the couple in love. But on seeing who they were backed out and grabbed the bill mumbling something about it being on the house. They pulled apart laughing. It felt good to laugh, natural. A human emotion laughter symbolizes happiness which is what Pansy felt, happy. Pansy grabbed his shoulder for support, he eyed her, she was radiant. When they both had gathered their composure, he grabbed her hand leading her outside. Without a word he looked deeply into her eyes, searching, he caressed her face softly. A carriage arrived. he gestured for her to go ahead. Magically making a miniature staircase with a red carpet attached, so she could walk up with ease. She stepped forward, and he helped her up. He climbed up, and sat next to her, grabbing her hand he said:

"The Malfoy Manor." The carriage set off on a steady pace north.

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AN: Sorry guys worst of luck. My computer got a virus, so naturally I got a Dell. Haha. Sorry to keep you all waiting. I promise more action, and more stories! So hopefully you'll still enjoy! The story is basically maybe the one you marry isn't always the one you love, but the one you hate. So think outside the bubble, and meet as many people as possible then you'll know for sure if you're truly in love. Sorry I'm rambling. Bye all of you much love.