Don't Take the Girl

Vanilla Twist

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the recognizable characters. I don't own the song either.

Author's Note: A BIG thank you to my reviewers:

Slytherin-girl TF lover: Thanks for saying something so nice and being my first review for the story. I agree with you that Draco and Pansy are a cute ship!

DarkArrowGirl: Yeah, I love this song too.

Me: Bows deeply Thank you for the compliment my dear!

Sades: Here's more for you!

I'm glad you enjoyed part one and now for part two!

'Same old boy, same sweet girl

Ten years down the road.

He held her tight and kissed her lips

In front of the picture show.

Stranger came and pulled a gun,

He grabbed her by the arm.

Said if you do what I tell you to,

There won't be any harm.'

Part Two: Summer 1998

"Draco," Pansy moaned into his kiss, pushing him back gently.

"What is it Pans?" Draco panted, pulling back to look at the girl his father had arranged for him to marry to keep the blood pure.

"We have to talk," Pansy whispered, twirling a strand of his pure blonde hair between her fingers. "We have to talk about us."

Draco gaped at the nervous blonde beside him. "What about us?"

"What are we?" She asked, chewing on her lip nervously. "Do you even like me, or am I just the girl your father chose for you that you'll wear like a bloody trophy?"

Draco just looked at her, long and hard. She was the same little girl she had been ten years ago, when they'd gone snidget hunting on his eighth birthday. Her hair was the same golden blonde that she now wore down and in natural waves. Her nose is the same, upturned little snout it had been for as long as he could remember. He gazed into her large innocent eyes and saw fear and hope within their chocolate depths.

"You are Pansy. The girl I'm being forced to marry." He said, holding her gaze. She turned to look away and he grabbed her chin. "And I am Draco, filthy rich and handsome. Together we are the future of the pureblood race."

"What?" she asked. "Is that all it is to the Malfoys, to you?"

"What I'm trying to say is that you are mine. You belong to me," he broke off and leaned forward to plant a firm but gentle kiss on her parted lips.

Draco felt her be ripped away from him and heard her surprised gasp.

"Death eater!" a male voice hissed angrily. "Look here a death eater tramp and her trash!"

"Let me go," Pansy's voice shook slightly. "Let me go now or you'll be sorry."

"Look death eater," Pansy's attacker addressed Draco. "Do what I tell you to do and there won't be any harm, not to you or this little tramp. Don't draw your wand!"

Draco glared at the man holding his fiancée; he did not like his things being touched. He didn't like it one bit, his eyes blazed.

"Michael Corner?" he smirked at him. "I remember you. You were in my year, Ravenclaw."

"Draco," Pansy hissed from the man's grasp. "Don't antagonize him!"

"Don't think I haven't forgotten you Malfoy," he hissed, cutting her off and covering squeezing her arm painfully. "I remember every little thing."

"Then perhaps," Draco continued smoothly. "You recall that I was too young to join the death eaters before they were defeated by Potter last year, as was the lady you are holding."

Michael shifted and drew his wand, pointing it at Pansy's head. She let out a small scream and her eyes pleaded with Draco to do something.

"Enough playing around Malfoy!" Michael said, tugging at Pansy roughly. "If you want your plaything back, you'll have to pay up or she'll meet an Avada Kedav…"

"Stop!" Draco broke character, as Michael murmered part of the horrible killing curse with his wand at Pansy's head. He was hit with strange desperation, to do anything. "Take my galleons, here's my Gringotts key! Take it!"

Michael dug his wand into Pansy's temple and she whimpered in fear. "That's an awful nice ring Malfoy."

"Take it!" Draco snapped, ripping it off his finger and offering it to the man holding Pansy. "Take anything I have, just don't take Pansy!"

Michael grabbed for the ring and pushed Pansy back to the fuming blonde before apparating away. Draco held the crying girl in his chest and sat staring off into space in the empty field.

"Draco," she sniffled, looking up at him. "Why did you do it?"

"My father is going to kill me when he finds out about Grandfather's ring," Draco murmured, kissing her hair.

"Why Draco?" she asked again.

"I don't know Parkinson," he snapped. "I don't like having MY things touched."

"That's not why," Pansy whispered hopefully. "I know you Draco. You never break character like that."

"Why did I do it then?" Draco looked down at her.

She smiled at him and leaned up to press her lips to his.

"Admit it," she whispered in his ear. "You like me. You don't want me to go away."

"Parkinson," Draco drawled out with bored eyes. "I've known you for damn near my whole life and you have never ceased to be a royal pain in the arse. But yes, Pansy you are starting to grow on me."

"You mean that," She asked, messaging her bruised arm.

"You are growing on me," Draco continued with a mischievous smirk. "You are growing on me like fungi grows on a rotten log."

"That's horrible!" Pansy gasped, clearly hurt.

"It's a compliment," Draco assured her, leaning in for a kiss. "Now where were we?"