Hell tastes sweet
Chapter One
Ever since the Dark Lord's failure to destroy The-Boy-Who-Lived the Parkinson's ancestral manor had become a madhouse. Pansy's father had in fact been as heavily involved as she had suspected. Every now and then secret meetings were held and Pansy was now getting sort of used to see her mother on the verge of a nervous breakdown on a more or less permanent basis. Being close friends with Lucius Malfoy didn't seem so advantageous anymore and her parents had to lay as low as possible as not to attract too much attention from the Ministry.
Although not a Death Eater, her father had always supported the idea that only purebloods had the right to be admitted at Hogwarts and felt positively disgusted about the idea that his perfect daughter had been forced to mix with mud and halfbloods.
Pansy had always agreed with that principle and, being sorted into the Slytherin house had been the highlight of her life and the pride of her parents.
Now, although she couldn't wait to get out of that madness, Pansy due to her newfound feelings for Draco, was dreading the day she would have to go back to Hogwarts to face his cold sneer once again.
Normally Pansy would have enjoyed her holidays relaxing with her very few, carefully selected, exclusively pureblood friends, probably feeding each other with the latest gossip and inventing new ways to insult the mudbloods. They were specially imaginative when it came to finding new ways to aggravate a very specific Gryffindor mudblood girl called Hermoine Granger.
This year was different though. To start with, none of her friends seemed to be in a very festive mood. Some of them had had a member or two of their families locked up in Azkaban and the general feeling was negative enough to keep a few Dementors well fed.
This meant that Pansy had way too much time on her hands and couldn't stop thinking about Draco, unfortunately, when it came to him, her brain just refused to shut down and the continuous battle between her survival instincts and her almost sick addiction for him was causing her an endless headache.
She knew that she ought to stay away from him if she wanted to stay sane but, she didn't know why but, Pansy felt attracted to Draco almost as though as he was some kind of magnet. He only had to snap his long, elegant fingers and she would be ready to do as he commanded.
She thought of the their arrival at Kings Cross. When she had seen Narcissa Malfoy and a couple of her servants carry Draco, or what she supposed was Draco for it was quite unrecognisable, Pansy had felt positively horrified and, seeing Harry Potter laughing with his friends meant that the current state in which Draco found himself, was probably another of the pranks Harry had managed to play on Draco.
She felt outraged by the whole affair but she also shocked herself by finding it slightly amusing. Then, the thought that this probably meant that Draco would get mad and, knowing him as she did, it would more than likely give him yet another reason to be a complete bastard to everyone, including Pansy herself, killed the smile that was threatening to come up her lips.
She still remembered his reaction when Draco found out that his father Lucius had been imprisoned. Pansy still shuddered with fear.
He had come back to the Slytherin common room and Pansy had not been quick enough to walk away and upstairs to her bedroom.
"You, come, now…" Draco ordered in what sounded more like barks than words.
Pansy found herself following him to one of the deserted classrooms. She saw him pulling out his wand and that could only mean something: he wanted to 'duel'.
"Draco…wait…" but Pansy had not been quick enough. Draco had already thrown his first curse at her. The curse caused her to be fixed to the ground, temporarily immobilised.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DID???" Draco shouted at her, "THE BASTARDS HAVE PUT MY FATHER IN PRISON…IN PRISON!!! A MALFOY IN PRISON!!! I AM GOING TO MAKE POTTER WISH HE HAD NEVER BEEN BORN…I WILL NOT EVEN WAIT FOR OUR LORD, I WILL KILL THE BASTARD MYSELF!!!" Draco continuted shouting and Pansy grew more and more afraid seeing the boy's rage.
Seeing that the curse was losing its effect, Draco threw yet another one, this one causing Pansy's legs to go all wobbly so she fell face first to the floor, luckily she managed to put her hands forward so she avoided hitting the ground with her face.
"Gosh you're pathetic…it's difficult to think that you are actually a witch, let alone a pureblood…" Draco said looking down and laughing at her.
Pansy grabbed her own wand and tried to hex the laughing blond. Unfortunately Draco had seen her move and kicking her hand, sent her wand flying across to the other side of the classroom.
"No, no…naughty girl…those are not the terms of our agreement, are they?" Draco said crouching so his face was level with hers.
"No…they're not…" Pansy said trying, and failing, to get up from the floor.
"So…what do you have to say for your misbehaviour?" Draco said planting his smirk on his face.
"Sorry…" Pansy whispered.
"What?" Draco asked clearly pretending he hadn't heard her.
"I said, I'm sorry Draco…" Pansy said this time significantly louder.
"Good girl…now, what do you think we go to a more comfortable place…maybe my room?" Draco stated more than asked.
Pansy obeyed instantly and with a huge effort got up from the floor and followed him to the door.
"Accio wand…" said Draco lazily grasping Pansy's wand midair and handing it back to her.
After some time, spent 'entertaining' Draco, Pansy headed from the private room that the boy enjoyed to her dorm.
There she found Millicent Bulstrode.
"Where are you coming from?" the stout girl asked.
"That is none of your business…in case you haven't noticed, I am the one wearing the prefect badge here…" and with this, Pansy went to the Slytherin's prefects' bathroom to take a well deserved shower.
Thinking of that particular episode still gave goose bumps to Pansy. She had never seen Draco as angry as that.
Unfortunately, she knew that this was nothing compared with the rage he would feel knowing that he no longer had a privileged position within the school now that his father wasn't a school governor.
To be continued…
A/N: I know I started this story with Pansy talking in first person but since I find it easier to write in third person I will now stick to this style. I hope you guys don't mind too much!! Ah, I'm sorry the chapters are so short…I hope I'll be able to make them longer as the story develops itself…