Fawkes
AN: I can't believe I wrote this cackles But now that I've met her, I like this Pansy quite a lot.
It's the last year of school. Draco and I are scheduled to wed at the end of the summer. I can tell he's restless; I know he hopes that the impending war will allow him to slip his halter at the last minute. He's never liked the idea of marriage.
But I will not falter; my entire life I have been groomed to be Draco Malfoy's wife – we were betrothed before we were even conceived. I was literally born to play the Narcissa to his Lucius.
And Draco, foolish boy that he is, believes I will be just as his mother: glamorous, bored, apathetic to the politics that eddy around me. He thinks I am only skin deep, the sap eyed sugar coated doll that he has always known. He feels free to treat me like a plaything, something to use then discard until it suits him once more. He flaunts his other conquests in front of me like glittering slaps to the face. I don't make a scene. I am the paradigm of forgiveness. Oh Draco.I coo and say everything is fine. He thinks he is free.
That is his mistake.
I play my part extremely well. I know how to smile and fawn and bide my time I am a dutiful daughter; I always listen to my mother. Patience,Pansy. Always patience. Wait for the perfect moment; pick your weapons carefully.
I've waited and planned and now my dear Draco has waited too late.
Now I carry his child and he isright where he belongs.
