Five min. later, Pansy and Ron were standing on a small bridge overlooking all of London. Pansy stood in awe.
"Oh my God, I can't believe how beautiful this is!" She said. Realizing Ron was still holding on to her hand.
"Ya, whenever I need cheering up I come here," Ron replied "Pansy, I have a confession."
"What is it?" Pansy asked, wondering what on earth Ron wanted to tell her.
"Do you remember, back at Hogwarts, how none of us ever got along?" Ron asked Now he remembers! Pansy thought
"Um...yea." She replied.
"Well, you see, it wansn't you I didn't like Pansy, it was just Draco and his friends. Even thought you made Hermione's life a living hell." They both smiled. "I always thought you were hot, and I'v had a thing for you since, well 4th year." Ron finished and looked at her. Before she knew what she was doing, Pansy leaned over and kissed him, and it felt incredible. She was tired of kissing the same guy for 6 years. Kissing someone she knew cared about her, felt so right, kissing Ron felt so right. Pansy pulled away.
"Wait, I can't do this, I'm sorry I kissed you. If Draco ever found out I would be beaten so bad.....look Ron, thanks for taking me here, I really got to go." Pansy said. It felt so right but it was so wrong. If Draco ever found out....she needed to get out of there.
"Pansy! Wait its ok I know what your trying to say, but can't you see! Draco is hurting you! You need to get out of there! Pansy wake up! He's gonna one day try and kill you!" Ron yelled after her. Pansy stopped and turned around. They stood there looking at each other.
"Pansy, Please stay right here, if you leave and go home, what makes you think he won't beat you more?"
"You don't know me, you think you do, and you want to, but you don't and you never will." Pansy turned around and walked home. By the time she got home, Draco had already went to bed. She could smell smoke in the air, he probably got stoned, like he always did after a fight. I might as well go to bed too She thought. Pansy made her way up the stairs and got ready for bed. Draco was lying there but not asleep.
"Where've you been?" Draco asked rather calmly.
"I just went and had a drink, that all." Pansy replied.
"hmm....well goodnight then." Draco turned over and went to sleep.
"Ya, goodnight then." She replied. A pang of guiltyness hit her in the stomach like a baseball bat. Ron was wrong, Draco did love her, just not all the time. And he was trying to break that up? Well she wasn't gonna let that happen.
Pansy crawled into bed next to Draco and touched his arm. He turned over and kissed her.
"Baby, I'm sorry for tonight, you know I have a temper, I just need to control it," Draco said holding on to her waist.
"Its alright," Pansy replied. Soon enought Draco was on top of her kissing her neck and face. He pulled off her shirt and started rubbing his hands all over her. Draco jumped out of bed and pulled off his pants, while Pansy pulled off her underwear. And they made sweet love all night long.
Pansy woke up in Draco's arms and looked out the window. The sun was coming up, she had only been asleep 3 hours.
"Pansy?" Draco said
"Yea, I'm awake, listen last night...." She replied
"Shhh....you don't have to say anything." Draco said putting his finger to her mouth. He got on top of her again. Pansy knew he wanted to go for another round, but she wasn't felling up to it right now.
"Draco, not right now, I don't fell very well" She said
"You fuckin whore, I didn't please you did I!" Draco yelled in her face. "You think your better that me!"
"Draco I didn't even say that! I just feel sick right now! Thats all!"Pansy screamed back. Then the room went black, she was falling very fast thorugh icey water, she couldn't breath, she had to get out of there. 2 hours later she woke up, Draco must have knocked her out. That was it, that was the last time she was gonna let him use her then beat her. She was just caught up in the moment. Pansy got up off of tje unmade bed. She felt really dizzy. There was blood where she had been lying. Pansy hurried up and got dressed and made her way down stairs. She knew that if she told him that she was sick of this then she would get beaten again. But that was the chance she had to take.