The Story of One Day
Summary: Twenty-four hours in the life of Draco Malfoy leading up til his initiation into the Death Eaters. Comprised of stories that explain Draco, some are flashbacks and others occur in the present.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I am merely a high school girl, who is broke and works too much and wants to go to college. I own nothing you recognize.
December 31st 1:00 a.m.
Draco's parent's actions had affected their son deeply. Ultimately, he would become like his father, afraid to love. Of course Draco had fallen in love with a girl at school, but she was untouchable to him. While some might argue nothing was unobtainable for a Malfoy, Draco knew better. She was Ginevra Weasley, the undying fan and worshipper of Harry Potter. The two were inseparable, they claimed to be best friends, but Draco, along with everyone at Hogwarts, suspected more. The two seemed to care so deeply for one another. It seemed terribly unfair to Draco that Harry had captured the heart of the only girl Draco had ever loved.
Of course he had not only recently fallen in love with her, he had liked her from the first time he saw her in Flourish and Blotts. She had been so in love with Harry even then, willing to stand up for him and such. No one had ever stood up for Draco like that. Ginny seemed to have a sauciness about her that was all her own, it made her unique. Ravishing beauties were a dime a dozen amongst old Slytherin families, money could buy everything after all. She had a natural beauty with red hair and deep brown eyes. However, it was not her beauty that attracted Draco to her, it was her sincere nature. She seemed innocent and pure, and nothing in Draco's world had ever been innocent or pure.
Ginny Weasley on the other hand, saw Draco as a brute, and to her, he was. He was rude and insulted her almost everyday. But he had too, if he did not hate her, he would surely grow to love her. He had to keep up his façade if he intended to survive in the Slytherin. Draco had to live by the Malfoy Code and the Malfoy Code made it impossible for them to be together. Draco was prohibited to mingle with those of lower social order than he. It bound him to girls like Pansy Parkinson.
Pansy Parkinson was about as far away from Ginny Weasley as you can get. She was ruthless and cutthroat, definitely not sincere. Although she was a very beautiful girl, her heart was…well let's just say she didn't have one. She had proven to be one Draco's best friends from the day they had met. Oh, how he remembered the first time he met Miss Pansy Parkinson.
Flashback
Lucius Malfoy had warned Draco that he was expecting some very important company in the form of a business associate and his young daughter. Her name was Pansy, and Draco was to be on his best behavior. Sadly, Draco was still at the age where he considered girls to be rather icky. Especially little girls named Pansy. He had heard his father refer to other men as pansies and knew it was not a good thing. Before they arrived Lucius gave his son a strong warning.
"You are to behaive, you will do whatever your guest wants, and if I hear one bad report you'll be grounded from your broom for so long you'll be at Hogwarts when you get it back!" his father threatened. That was enough motivation to make Draco polite for one afternoon.
Later that day, a man and his daughter arrived. Mr. Parkinson was a rather old man, too old to be Pansy's father, or so it seemed to Draco. Pansy, herself was pretty, dressed like a princess in elegant robes. She had golden brown hair and blue eyes that reminded Draco of the sky on a summer's day.
"Draco, this is Pansy, she will be your playmate for the afternoon," Lucius informed him sternly, "Charles in you'll just step into my office we can discuss the plans." He gestured to office and led the man inside, leaving Draco with the little girl.
"I'm Pansy," the announced again as though Draco was deaf, dumb, and blind.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he told her equally snootily. "How old are you?" Draco demanded hoping he was older. Older people always got to be the boss of younger people.
"Five," she replied glancing around the room overfilled with the most exquisite toys any child had ever seen.
"Well, I'm six," he said as though this settled the matter.
"Let's tea party. I'll be the host and you can be the guest," she said in a bossy sort of tone. She found a tea set amongst the huge mountain of toys. Draco squirmed with disguist, tea parties are for girls, he thought angrily. Dad doesn't want him to become a puff, he doesn't want Draco to be a girl.
"No way," Draco told the girl.
"If you don't play I'll cry," Pansy warned him. Fear shot through Draco who remembered his father's warning.
"No no, don't cry," he pleaded.
"So, you'll play?" she asked him smiling.
"Okay, but only if you have cookies at your party," he said dejectedly.
"But I don't have any cookies!" Pansy cried out loudly.
"Well, then I guess we have to play something else. I suggest Jedi-Wizards, that's my favorite," he said proudly.
"No, tea party," Pansy demanded, "we just have to find some cookies."
"Let's go to the kitchen, there's always cookies in that place," he told her. Quietly they snuck out of the play room and downstairs. The two arrived in the bustling room packed with house elves, waiting eagerly to serve them.
"What can we be getting the young master and mistress?" asked an older looking elf dressed in a pillowcase. He looked so funny that Pansy laughed at him.
"Cookies," Draco said sternly.
"Chocolate chip," Pansy added in a demanding voice. In a matter of seconds a plate of delicious looking cookies was zooming towards the pair of playmates. Draco took the plate and they headed back into the play room.
"Now we can have our tea party!" Pansy squealed happily taking the plate and slamming the plate down next to the tea setting. Draco let out an enormous groan and took a seat across the table from her. Luckily for Draco at that moment, Lucius and Mr. Parkinson came back into the room.
"Did you have fun, Princess?" Mr. Parkinson asked her daughter.
"Daddy, we weren't done with our tea party!" Pansy said angrily to her father, Lucius raised an eyebrow at his son.
"Sorry, pumpkin, but its time to go," he told her daughter in a kind voice.
"We haven't even eated one cookie," Pansy argued scrunching up her noise like a pug.
"Cookies? Where did you get cookies?" Lucius asked his son and his friend.
"The house elves gave them to us," Pansy lied quickly. Lucius looked at his son, but seemed satisfied by her answer. Draco was shocked at how easily Pansy had lied and how easily his father had believed her. It was totally unfair!
Draco suddenly liked the idea of having this girl as a friend, she was a quick lie and adults trusted her, oh the possibilities.
Present
That was the Pansy he still knew. His partner in crime, she understood him. That was what made their bond so special. Not many could say they knew what it was like to walk in Draco's shoes, but Pansy did. No matter how time could effect others, nothing would change the friendship the two young Slytherins shared with one another. They had briefly spent a period as lovers during the beginning of the year, but had decided they would have the rest of their lives to pursue a physical relationship with each other.
It had become common knowledge that one day Pansy would become his wife. Draco was both relieved and agitated by this. He did truly appreciate the person Pansy was, but not for a wife. However, he knew with a wife like Pansy, he would never be bored. Pansy was a very high spirited, impetuous girl, but he did love her. However, his love was like that of a brother, who wanted only what was best for her. Although Draco was sure he would not he was the option for her husband, it would be financially beneficial. Also, politically speaking, the marriage was in the best interest of both of them. And a Slytherin cares more about gain than anyone else could imagine.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading. If you like this story I'll keep updating, but if I don't get a review soon, it might be discontinued, so please review. The next chapter will probably be about Draco's early education, maybe even a glimpse of Crabbe and Goyle. Review soon. Thanks, love KTBallerina.