It had been a week and Draco's absence around the manor had been driving Pansy insane. He had been spending more time with Blaise than with his own wife. She had been reconsidering her marriage to the blonde jerk, who seemed to care about nobody but himself. But she stopped herself while she was in the middle of these thoughts and considered the consequences of divorce.
Draco, on the other hand, had been enjoying himself thoroughly. He had been eating and drinking with Blaise nearly every afternoon at either the Three Broomsticks or the Leaky Cauldron, whichever was more convenient at the time. Blaise and Draco had been talking a lot about the old days, about the glory days, and about women.
"So when are you planning on leaving Pansy?" Blaise inquired. "You said you were nearly a month ago."
"I can't find the right time. She's so excited about all of this baby business, that I can't seem to get a word in." Draco took a sip of his butterbeer. "Maybe I should just leave one night and write a note, and just lay it on the pillow."
"That would be taking the easy way out."
"Since when did I ever take the hard way out?" Draco and Blaise laughed and clanked their mugs together. It had been like old times at the Three Broomsticks, but it was all so horrible now. Draco was tied down with a wife, and his visits with other women weren't working out as well as he had hoped. Saying that he had work was a good cover up, but of course, Pansy would believe anything.
"You know who's really taken form these days?" Blaise asked and leaned back in the wooden chair.
"Who's that?" Draco didn't have any interest, but it was better than not talking. Of course, Blaise and he could make any topic interesting.
"Ginny Weasley. My my, she has developed." Blaise seemed to trail off into his own little world. His grip on the mug loosened and he leaned back further in his chair until it looked as if he were about to fall. Draco grabbed the open space between his legs and pulled the chair back down.
"Don't get to excited, Blaise," Draco took a swig from his butterbeer, "she and Potter are dating."
"We could fix that," Blaise said and fingered his wand jokingly. He and Draco laughed and clanked their mugs together again.
"To women," Draco started. "may we find the right one,"
"but not be tied down by them." Blaise finished. He and Draco hit their mugs together one last time, and in one gulp finished their butterbeers. Blaise whiped off the residue of the drink from above his upper lip and grinned. "I do feel sorry for Pansy, though."
"It will be a blow to her, won't it?"
"That girl practically worships you."
Draco went back to the manor alone, Blaise needed to go home and sleep. Going out with Blaise was a relaxing time for Draco, where he wasn't bothered by Pansy, or the thoughts of a child, or anything else in the world. He seriously wondered how she would handle the news, she would probably die. Who else did she have?
Draco stepped into the house, trailing in dirt.
"Pansy, I'm home!" and what kind of a name was Pansy, anyway? He needed a girl with a much bigger name. A much more, superior sounding name. Draco and Pansy didn't sound good, Draco and Hermione would sound good, but she was taken and he hated that filthy mudblood anyway.
"Oh darling! I've been waiting for you all day," she said and greeted her husband with a hug. "it's been so dull around here lately, with you off at work or with Blaise."
"Well, it might get a little more dull." Draco decided now was the time to initiate. If he didn't now, he wouldn't be able to later.
"Why's that?" Pansy asked, smiling. Obviously, she thought he was about to say the punch line of some ridiculous joke that he had concocted. Draco began to feel real pity for her now.
"I'm leaving you, Pansy."
Her face was priceless. It showed no emotion at all, it was completely blank. Her arms were folded, as if she were a teacher hearing that her student had just forgotten to do his homework. She didn't want to believe what Draco had just said. She didn't want to let go of all that she had thought she had put together.
"W-what?" she could barely get the words out. It was much to unbelievable.
"I'm leaving you, you have one day to get all of your things packed, and then, you can find a different home. I guess you are more of leaving me, huh?" he grinned with this last remark and entered the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and found nothing to eat. Pansy followed him in there, she wanted answers to a million questions that had crossed her mind.
"Why?" she seemed only to be able to say one word at a time.
"You know this relationship is over, it was over before it started, you, you just aren't,"
"Good enough for you?"
"In so many words, yes." Draco found an apple and took it from the bottom of the refrigerator. He took a big bite out of it, as if he were mocking Pansy. She couldn't stand the disgusting sight of him, taunting her.
"You mean, all of this, this whole marriage, has been a lie?"
"Well, I needed someone to follow me and do my bidding for a while," he was just mocking her now. Pansy had been no more than a joke to him. "and you know, it is nice to have a woman love you so much and give you everything without you having to even ask her."
Pansy glared at him. She imagined him impaled on a giant metal spear, and tried to make that image come to life. Unfortunately, all she saw was Draco Malfoy, standing infront of her, taking another bite out of a bright green apple. She ran upstairs. She didn't want one day to pack, she wanted to leave, now.
"Oh please, Pansy, don't leave tonight," Draco followed her upstairs. He found her taking her clothes out of the dresser and wardrobe. He pinned her to the wall, "just give me one more night of you." he kissed her neck as he had done so many times before. Pansy didn't deny that she loved the feeling of his soft lips on her pale skin, but she pushed him away. She didn't want him, so meaningless.
"Get away from me, you, you.." she couldn't find an insult. Draco laughed at this. "You are such a disgrace!" Pansy screamed at him. Draco's face went blank. "You, you can't even live up to your father's expectation! He died for the Dark Lord! What did you do? You were a benefactor, you were nothing!"
"And you were something?" Draco retaliated. "You were right along with me!"
"No I wasn't! I went through the trials, I faced the Wizengamot, I was faced with the threat of Azkaban while you never left your throne!" tears fell down her face. "I should've gone to Azkaban! Even that would be better than here. At least your father was able to keep his wife."
"He never loved her." Draco said morosely. He dropped his arms to his sides, he tried to look pitiful to Pansy, who would take mercy on him, who would feel for him, but she didn't this time.
"But he still managed to stay with her!" she threw the last of her clothes into her black trunk and began to drag it downstairs. The clunks it made from going down each step was sure to wake the entire population of Britain, but she didn't care. Draco didn't bother to chase after her anymore.
Draco, on the other hand, had been enjoying himself thoroughly. He had been eating and drinking with Blaise nearly every afternoon at either the Three Broomsticks or the Leaky Cauldron, whichever was more convenient at the time. Blaise and Draco had been talking a lot about the old days, about the glory days, and about women.
"So when are you planning on leaving Pansy?" Blaise inquired. "You said you were nearly a month ago."
"I can't find the right time. She's so excited about all of this baby business, that I can't seem to get a word in." Draco took a sip of his butterbeer. "Maybe I should just leave one night and write a note, and just lay it on the pillow."
"That would be taking the easy way out."
"Since when did I ever take the hard way out?" Draco and Blaise laughed and clanked their mugs together. It had been like old times at the Three Broomsticks, but it was all so horrible now. Draco was tied down with a wife, and his visits with other women weren't working out as well as he had hoped. Saying that he had work was a good cover up, but of course, Pansy would believe anything.
"You know who's really taken form these days?" Blaise asked and leaned back in the wooden chair.
"Who's that?" Draco didn't have any interest, but it was better than not talking. Of course, Blaise and he could make any topic interesting.
"Ginny Weasley. My my, she has developed." Blaise seemed to trail off into his own little world. His grip on the mug loosened and he leaned back further in his chair until it looked as if he were about to fall. Draco grabbed the open space between his legs and pulled the chair back down.
"Don't get to excited, Blaise," Draco took a swig from his butterbeer, "she and Potter are dating."
"We could fix that," Blaise said and fingered his wand jokingly. He and Draco laughed and clanked their mugs together again.
"To women," Draco started. "may we find the right one,"
"but not be tied down by them." Blaise finished. He and Draco hit their mugs together one last time, and in one gulp finished their butterbeers. Blaise whiped off the residue of the drink from above his upper lip and grinned. "I do feel sorry for Pansy, though."
"It will be a blow to her, won't it?"
"That girl practically worships you."
Draco went back to the manor alone, Blaise needed to go home and sleep. Going out with Blaise was a relaxing time for Draco, where he wasn't bothered by Pansy, or the thoughts of a child, or anything else in the world. He seriously wondered how she would handle the news, she would probably die. Who else did she have?
Draco stepped into the house, trailing in dirt.
"Pansy, I'm home!" and what kind of a name was Pansy, anyway? He needed a girl with a much bigger name. A much more, superior sounding name. Draco and Pansy didn't sound good, Draco and Hermione would sound good, but she was taken and he hated that filthy mudblood anyway.
"Oh darling! I've been waiting for you all day," she said and greeted her husband with a hug. "it's been so dull around here lately, with you off at work or with Blaise."
"Well, it might get a little more dull." Draco decided now was the time to initiate. If he didn't now, he wouldn't be able to later.
"Why's that?" Pansy asked, smiling. Obviously, she thought he was about to say the punch line of some ridiculous joke that he had concocted. Draco began to feel real pity for her now.
"I'm leaving you, Pansy."
Her face was priceless. It showed no emotion at all, it was completely blank. Her arms were folded, as if she were a teacher hearing that her student had just forgotten to do his homework. She didn't want to believe what Draco had just said. She didn't want to let go of all that she had thought she had put together.
"W-what?" she could barely get the words out. It was much to unbelievable.
"I'm leaving you, you have one day to get all of your things packed, and then, you can find a different home. I guess you are more of leaving me, huh?" he grinned with this last remark and entered the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and found nothing to eat. Pansy followed him in there, she wanted answers to a million questions that had crossed her mind.
"Why?" she seemed only to be able to say one word at a time.
"You know this relationship is over, it was over before it started, you, you just aren't,"
"Good enough for you?"
"In so many words, yes." Draco found an apple and took it from the bottom of the refrigerator. He took a big bite out of it, as if he were mocking Pansy. She couldn't stand the disgusting sight of him, taunting her.
"You mean, all of this, this whole marriage, has been a lie?"
"Well, I needed someone to follow me and do my bidding for a while," he was just mocking her now. Pansy had been no more than a joke to him. "and you know, it is nice to have a woman love you so much and give you everything without you having to even ask her."
Pansy glared at him. She imagined him impaled on a giant metal spear, and tried to make that image come to life. Unfortunately, all she saw was Draco Malfoy, standing infront of her, taking another bite out of a bright green apple. She ran upstairs. She didn't want one day to pack, she wanted to leave, now.
"Oh please, Pansy, don't leave tonight," Draco followed her upstairs. He found her taking her clothes out of the dresser and wardrobe. He pinned her to the wall, "just give me one more night of you." he kissed her neck as he had done so many times before. Pansy didn't deny that she loved the feeling of his soft lips on her pale skin, but she pushed him away. She didn't want him, so meaningless.
"Get away from me, you, you.." she couldn't find an insult. Draco laughed at this. "You are such a disgrace!" Pansy screamed at him. Draco's face went blank. "You, you can't even live up to your father's expectation! He died for the Dark Lord! What did you do? You were a benefactor, you were nothing!"
"And you were something?" Draco retaliated. "You were right along with me!"
"No I wasn't! I went through the trials, I faced the Wizengamot, I was faced with the threat of Azkaban while you never left your throne!" tears fell down her face. "I should've gone to Azkaban! Even that would be better than here. At least your father was able to keep his wife."
"He never loved her." Draco said morosely. He dropped his arms to his sides, he tried to look pitiful to Pansy, who would take mercy on him, who would feel for him, but she didn't this time.
"But he still managed to stay with her!" she threw the last of her clothes into her black trunk and began to drag it downstairs. The clunks it made from going down each step was sure to wake the entire population of Britain, but she didn't care. Draco didn't bother to chase after her anymore.