The inspirations come in spurts, so I apologize for the short chapters. I'll try and make this one longer than normal. Thanks for all the reviews, by the way! You guys have really encouraged me to write more.
Pansy was lying next to a sleeping Draco when she looked over at the grandfather clock. It read, 2:00 AM. She hadn't been able to sleep after the nights.... festivities. She had been lying there awake, remembering old times at Hogwarts, when she first met Draco, and when she realized that she had a crush on him. The time when he asked her to the Yule Ball, only for her to be shown up by Hermione (Granger, at the time).
She settled on the memory when she first realized she had a crush on him. She had been thinking over why she was in love with this man, when so many others hated him. The strange thing is, the reasons that people hate him are the reasons that Pansy loved him. She didn't see the hatred towards mudbloods and half bloods as snobbish, she saw it as passion. Draco was filled with passion, from the tiniest things to the largest situations.
It was his hatred towards Harry Potter that had first attracted her. Of course, the boy was hated by all Slytherins (naturally), but something about the loathing between Draco and Harry had shown a new light on Draco to Pansy. Their parents had always been good friends, their whole families had. It was rare to have a pure blood family, and the Malfoy's was one of the few that the Parkinson's dare socialize with. She had only seen Draco on few occasions, and at those times, he had always given off a sense that he was superior to the world around him.
This was another thing that attracted Pansy. She found later on at Hogwarts, that you couldn't find a man who fully expressed his superiority over women. Slytherin was a good source for those types of men, but still, the quantity of the superior-feelings were not at large within them, and Pansy had wasted many trips to Hogsmeade and afternoon walks on the kind of men, no, boys, that felt that they weren't better than Pansy. She always thought that she should be deserving of a man, not a man deserving of her.
Draco had shared those feelings. When he asked Pansy to the ball, it had been because he knew he would get a definite yes. The girl practically worshipped him, which was what he wanted. So many Slytherin girls were independant and self-relying, thinking that they didn't need a man to complete them, that they could make it on their own. And any other girl from any other house was out of the question. He didn't want to be seen in public (especially infront of his father), with a girl from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, and definetley not Gryffindor.
Pansy had been the perfect girl, the perfect mate, as Draco would say. She was willing to give everything to him, and always considered herself the undeserving one. She wasn't bad looking, but she wasn't beautiful. This had been a major disappointment on Draco's half, but it didn't let it bother him. It wasn't as though he was that fetching, himself. Pansy was a perfect, and pale, match for him.
Draco turned over to Pansy and laid on his side.
"What are you thinking about?" he whispered, as if there were someone else in the manor that could be woken up.
"You." Pansy said truthfully.
"I was thinking about you, too." he smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "What about me?"
"I don't know, just old memories."
"Me too. Do you remember the Yule Ball?"
"Yes. You refused to dance with me that night." she said, almost angrily. Draco had never been a good dancer, and he certainly didn't want his first time to be infront of all the students at Hogwarts. He didn't reply, though. He didn't feel he needed to apologize. Pansy had seen this coming, and didn't mind at all.
"Will you ever dance with me?" she asked hopefully. She had turned her head from looking at the ceiling to Draco's sleepy face.
"Possibly." he said unsurely. Pansy exhaled in satisfaction. The hope of a dance from Mr. Draco Malfoy hung in the air, and tomorrow would be a beautiful day. Draco did have his work, but being alone wouldn't be horrible. Perhaps she could contact Millicent.
"Did you ever have a crush," Draco said suddenly while Pansy was in the middle of her thoughts, "on any of the boys that you dated, or, went on dates with back at school?"
"Not really, I guess I just wanted to find the right one."
"The right boy?"
"Yes," she said, and there was a silence for about a minute, but she added, "but I found the right man, instead."
"The right man?"
"I never did see you as a boy, Draco. You were too," she searched for the right word, "superior. I had always had a small thing for Blaise, though. But he never fell through my expectations."
"And I did?"
"Did you ever." she said. She held his face with her hands and then kissed him one last night kiss and pulled away.
Draco smiled and closed his eyes. His breathing pattern changed, which told Pansy that he had fallen back asleep. And for some reason, she felt content enough to fall asleep to. The image of Draco's face became fuzzier and fuzzier, until she fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next day was not as romantic or sweet. Pansy had all intentions to owl Millicent, and check up on her, see how she was doing, maybe if she wanted to go have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron, but Draco had decided to take the day off and spend it with Blaise instead, and it turned out Millicent was on vacation.
"Tell me, Draco, where do you two go when you spend the day together?" she asked, grabbing Draco's jacket and helped him put it on as he took a last sip of coffee. He turned around and put his coffee on the table. He placed his hands on Pansy's hips and said:
"No honestly, Pansy, you aren't suggesting that you don't trust Blaise and I?" he kissed her neck and she giggled with delight.
"Oh, I trust you, it's just, I thought you would love to spend the day with me, instead." she said this between giggles and then pushed him off.
"Go on, you'll be late to meet your friend."
"I'll be back around three," he said, and gave her a good-bye kiss. "don't do anything exciting without me."
Once Draco had left, Pansy had found it very hard to make things exciting around the house. She had probably cleaned the kitchen twice (with her hands, magic took to short a time to keep her busy), when she heard a knock on the door. Her soapy hands dripped on the tile of the kitchen floor for about five seconds before she reached a dish rag. She took off her apron and then quickly walked to and opened the door.
Hermione Weasleyr stood there, baby Harry in her arms. Behind her was Ginny Weasley. Pansy sighed in her head, she had been hoping it would be some old Slytherin friend, not these two.
"Hello Pansy, sorry for dropping in like this, but Ron is at work and,"
"Oh, no worries, Hermione!" Pansy said and ushered them in. "I had nothing to do anyway." she closed the door. What would Draco say if he knew these two had been here? But still, she wanted desperately to hold the child.
"Yes, we knew you were alone. Harry and Ron had told us that they saw Blaise and Draco at the Leaky Cauldron, discussing things."
"So that's where they went." Pansy said and smiled.
"You mean he didn't tell you where he was going?" Ginny asked surprised.
"He never does." Pansy informed them. The other two girls didn't say anything else on the subject.
"How are things going with you and Harry, Ginny?" Pansy said to break the awkward silence. The truth was, she could care less, but she may as well make some conversation.
"Very well, he asked me out on a few more dates after the Ministry's ball, and those have been really fun." after she said this, the awkward silence came back, but was broken by an odd sound from Harry, who had been lying there, motionless and asleep for quite sometime.
The rest of the afternoon went by terribly slowly for Pansy. She had wished nothing more for the two to leave so she could get back to the kitchen cleaning, when finally, three o'clock rolled around and Draco and Blaise entered the manor. Pansy gave a sigh of relief inwardly, and after a few hasty good-byes, the two Weasley girls were gone. Pansy dramatically wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and said in a sarcastic voice:
"You saved me!"
"Were they giving you a hard time?"
"No, but it was terribly boring." she said. Draco and Blaise looked at each other and smiled. "What have you two been doing all day?"
"I wouldn't say all day, more of, afternoon." Blaise replied smartly.
"Don't you use that tone of voice with me," Pansy said almost threateningly.
"What did I tell you?" Draco laughed and turned to Blaise. "She is ready for motherhood."
Pansy was lying next to a sleeping Draco when she looked over at the grandfather clock. It read, 2:00 AM. She hadn't been able to sleep after the nights.... festivities. She had been lying there awake, remembering old times at Hogwarts, when she first met Draco, and when she realized that she had a crush on him. The time when he asked her to the Yule Ball, only for her to be shown up by Hermione (Granger, at the time).
She settled on the memory when she first realized she had a crush on him. She had been thinking over why she was in love with this man, when so many others hated him. The strange thing is, the reasons that people hate him are the reasons that Pansy loved him. She didn't see the hatred towards mudbloods and half bloods as snobbish, she saw it as passion. Draco was filled with passion, from the tiniest things to the largest situations.
It was his hatred towards Harry Potter that had first attracted her. Of course, the boy was hated by all Slytherins (naturally), but something about the loathing between Draco and Harry had shown a new light on Draco to Pansy. Their parents had always been good friends, their whole families had. It was rare to have a pure blood family, and the Malfoy's was one of the few that the Parkinson's dare socialize with. She had only seen Draco on few occasions, and at those times, he had always given off a sense that he was superior to the world around him.
This was another thing that attracted Pansy. She found later on at Hogwarts, that you couldn't find a man who fully expressed his superiority over women. Slytherin was a good source for those types of men, but still, the quantity of the superior-feelings were not at large within them, and Pansy had wasted many trips to Hogsmeade and afternoon walks on the kind of men, no, boys, that felt that they weren't better than Pansy. She always thought that she should be deserving of a man, not a man deserving of her.
Draco had shared those feelings. When he asked Pansy to the ball, it had been because he knew he would get a definite yes. The girl practically worshipped him, which was what he wanted. So many Slytherin girls were independant and self-relying, thinking that they didn't need a man to complete them, that they could make it on their own. And any other girl from any other house was out of the question. He didn't want to be seen in public (especially infront of his father), with a girl from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, and definetley not Gryffindor.
Pansy had been the perfect girl, the perfect mate, as Draco would say. She was willing to give everything to him, and always considered herself the undeserving one. She wasn't bad looking, but she wasn't beautiful. This had been a major disappointment on Draco's half, but it didn't let it bother him. It wasn't as though he was that fetching, himself. Pansy was a perfect, and pale, match for him.
Draco turned over to Pansy and laid on his side.
"What are you thinking about?" he whispered, as if there were someone else in the manor that could be woken up.
"You." Pansy said truthfully.
"I was thinking about you, too." he smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "What about me?"
"I don't know, just old memories."
"Me too. Do you remember the Yule Ball?"
"Yes. You refused to dance with me that night." she said, almost angrily. Draco had never been a good dancer, and he certainly didn't want his first time to be infront of all the students at Hogwarts. He didn't reply, though. He didn't feel he needed to apologize. Pansy had seen this coming, and didn't mind at all.
"Will you ever dance with me?" she asked hopefully. She had turned her head from looking at the ceiling to Draco's sleepy face.
"Possibly." he said unsurely. Pansy exhaled in satisfaction. The hope of a dance from Mr. Draco Malfoy hung in the air, and tomorrow would be a beautiful day. Draco did have his work, but being alone wouldn't be horrible. Perhaps she could contact Millicent.
"Did you ever have a crush," Draco said suddenly while Pansy was in the middle of her thoughts, "on any of the boys that you dated, or, went on dates with back at school?"
"Not really, I guess I just wanted to find the right one."
"The right boy?"
"Yes," she said, and there was a silence for about a minute, but she added, "but I found the right man, instead."
"The right man?"
"I never did see you as a boy, Draco. You were too," she searched for the right word, "superior. I had always had a small thing for Blaise, though. But he never fell through my expectations."
"And I did?"
"Did you ever." she said. She held his face with her hands and then kissed him one last night kiss and pulled away.
Draco smiled and closed his eyes. His breathing pattern changed, which told Pansy that he had fallen back asleep. And for some reason, she felt content enough to fall asleep to. The image of Draco's face became fuzzier and fuzzier, until she fell into a dreamless sleep.
The next day was not as romantic or sweet. Pansy had all intentions to owl Millicent, and check up on her, see how she was doing, maybe if she wanted to go have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron, but Draco had decided to take the day off and spend it with Blaise instead, and it turned out Millicent was on vacation.
"Tell me, Draco, where do you two go when you spend the day together?" she asked, grabbing Draco's jacket and helped him put it on as he took a last sip of coffee. He turned around and put his coffee on the table. He placed his hands on Pansy's hips and said:
"No honestly, Pansy, you aren't suggesting that you don't trust Blaise and I?" he kissed her neck and she giggled with delight.
"Oh, I trust you, it's just, I thought you would love to spend the day with me, instead." she said this between giggles and then pushed him off.
"Go on, you'll be late to meet your friend."
"I'll be back around three," he said, and gave her a good-bye kiss. "don't do anything exciting without me."
Once Draco had left, Pansy had found it very hard to make things exciting around the house. She had probably cleaned the kitchen twice (with her hands, magic took to short a time to keep her busy), when she heard a knock on the door. Her soapy hands dripped on the tile of the kitchen floor for about five seconds before she reached a dish rag. She took off her apron and then quickly walked to and opened the door.
Hermione Weasleyr stood there, baby Harry in her arms. Behind her was Ginny Weasley. Pansy sighed in her head, she had been hoping it would be some old Slytherin friend, not these two.
"Hello Pansy, sorry for dropping in like this, but Ron is at work and,"
"Oh, no worries, Hermione!" Pansy said and ushered them in. "I had nothing to do anyway." she closed the door. What would Draco say if he knew these two had been here? But still, she wanted desperately to hold the child.
"Yes, we knew you were alone. Harry and Ron had told us that they saw Blaise and Draco at the Leaky Cauldron, discussing things."
"So that's where they went." Pansy said and smiled.
"You mean he didn't tell you where he was going?" Ginny asked surprised.
"He never does." Pansy informed them. The other two girls didn't say anything else on the subject.
"How are things going with you and Harry, Ginny?" Pansy said to break the awkward silence. The truth was, she could care less, but she may as well make some conversation.
"Very well, he asked me out on a few more dates after the Ministry's ball, and those have been really fun." after she said this, the awkward silence came back, but was broken by an odd sound from Harry, who had been lying there, motionless and asleep for quite sometime.
The rest of the afternoon went by terribly slowly for Pansy. She had wished nothing more for the two to leave so she could get back to the kitchen cleaning, when finally, three o'clock rolled around and Draco and Blaise entered the manor. Pansy gave a sigh of relief inwardly, and after a few hasty good-byes, the two Weasley girls were gone. Pansy dramatically wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and said in a sarcastic voice:
"You saved me!"
"Were they giving you a hard time?"
"No, but it was terribly boring." she said. Draco and Blaise looked at each other and smiled. "What have you two been doing all day?"
"I wouldn't say all day, more of, afternoon." Blaise replied smartly.
"Don't you use that tone of voice with me," Pansy said almost threateningly.
"What did I tell you?" Draco laughed and turned to Blaise. "She is ready for motherhood."