A/N-I've been reading so many fics lately where Pansy is some blubbering, clingy, annoying sex slave to Draco and it inspired me to write a story that gets inside her head, and to give another perspective on her. I know, I've got a bunch of Newsies fics I should be working on, but I like the way this one is forming and I'd love to have some input. As for a DISCLAIMER I own only those characters that you do not recognize and the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K.R. unless stated otherwise. Enjoy!
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Chapter One
They called her pug. At least, the people who didn't like her did. Of course, the girl reminded herself as she placed an unlit cigarette between her lips, that would be three quarters of the school. It wasn't her fault they called her pug. It was her nose's fault, and she had no control over that. Even then, her nose hadn't always looked squished and puggish. It wasn't until that prat of a father of hers had taken his four year old daughter with him to a pick up game of quidditch with his mates did anything happen. Leaving a four-year-old girl on the sidelines was never a good idea, and soon a stray bludger found its way straight into the poor girl's nose. Even with a few spells cast by the men, in attempt to heal the severely shattered bone, her nose had never been the same, and when the bones finally fused back together they had caused her nose to squish. To add to it all, now that she was older, her mum wouldn't let her get it fixed. A short flick of a match created a flame, which dark blue eyes fixated on as small fingers brought it toward the death stick, which she held between her lips. Death stick. That was what her mother called it. But who was she to care what her mother thought. Quite frankly, she hated the woman. She was such a harlot. The dirty blonde haired girl exhaled a puff of smoke as her thoughts consumed her. It had been twelve years since her parents had separated, and two half-brothers later, she still didn't have a permanent father figure in her life. Not that she wanted one, because most men were scum, but the idea didn't sound half bad. Having a father type person would definitely mean one thing though, more money. And more money, even if it meant having to suffer with another male in the house besides her idiot brothers, was something she would be able to live with. To add to it, one of the boys was a half-blood, meaning her mom had been shagging muggles. The mere concept disgusted her. Taking another drag of the cigarette, she felt a wave of relaxation take over her. School was so stressful. Well, not as much stressful as it was infuriating. The entire school, save a select few, were bloody idiots, especially that stupid Potter and his fan club. Then there was Dumbledore. She had always been a little buggered, well more then just a little, by the old man, and her thoughts towards him weren't about to change anytime soon. After all, he was a muggle lover. How anyone could even stand the foul creatures she didn't know.
A knock at the door of the sixth year girl's dormitories interrupted her musings. The small girl quickly snubbed out her cigarette, disposing of it, though the smell still lingered in the air.
"You in there Pansy?" the voice of a familiar male asked from outside.
"Yeah" she grunted, throwing herself onto her bed in exhaust. She wasn't really in the mood for talking to anyone, but for him she supposed she could make an exception. She always made exceptions for him.
"Can I come in?"
"Mmmrrffgghhhh" Pansy mumbled into her pillow. The boy standing outside took the reply as a yes and opened the door to find the limp body of Pansy lounged face down on her bed. The blonde boy made his way to the bed next to hers and sat down on it, giving a curious sniff.
"What've you been doing?" he asked suspiciously.
"Had myself a fag" she said, sitting up so she could see her friend more clearly. She brushed her shoulder length layered hair out of her face. "And thinking" Pansy looked Draco Malfoy straight in his cold blue eyes, one of few not afraid to do such a thing. He was, after all, her best friend. None of this sex buddy, Parkinslut thing that half the school, or more, believed. The friendship of the two dated all the way back to the young age of three, where they had been in Magical Tots together. The only reason they had met was because during playtime Draco had taken the black toy broom and Pansy wanted it. After the little witch determined that she would not be getting the toy from demanding it, she punched Draco in the face and the two had been best friends ever since. Of course, not very many people knew that, and even if they did they wouldn't understand. They were all blubbering idiots in her opinion, and to her, her opinion was all that mattered. Well, hers and Draco's of course.
"About what?" he replied, pulling open the drawer of the night stand between the two beds to find the pack of cigarettes which Pansy had shoved in there. Draco helped himself to one, and handed another to Pansy.
"Life. How much I hate this bloody school. And how much I hate my mum" Pansy lit up her cigarette and passed the match to Draco, who did the same. "Did you know that she sent Dylan a care package, and sent me jack shit? It's like the woman has completely forgotten I existed. Which I wouldn't mind, but still. How can anyone even stand that git? He's a Hufflepuff no less. Lot of wimps they are. And him…he makes the bloody fools look tough" Pansy took a long, frustrated drag on her cigarette and looked at Draco, who had a familiar smirk on his face.
"You should do something about it" he said, inhaling on his cigarette. Cigarettes always perplexed him. Even though he only smoked ones made by wizards, they were invented by muggles. How could muggles possibly think up something like these? Though, they were awfully dangerous, and would end up killing you in the end, and muggles seemed to have a knack for inventing things like that. Bloody idiots.
"I should" she replied, watching the puff of smoke she had just exhaled float away. "But Dylan's the decent one, if you could even say that. I mean, at least his father was a wizard, unlike Jacob's, whose father was some muggle" Pansy spat out the last word like it was poison. "Dammit. I can't stand my bloody family. I don't know how I could possibly be related to the sorry lot."
"Don't I know how you feel" Draco said, a slight laugh in his voice. "Now that dad's in Azkaban, mum's just wasting away. Not that she really loved him or anything, but the shame it brought to the name Malfoy is almost unbearable for her. She's such a bloody socialite. Picture this, as soon as dad lands himself in Azkaban, all of mum's high class chums leave her and she's left alone with a bloody large manor and an insensitive son" he laughed as he pictured his mum sitting in the sitting room, smoking a cigarette and staring into the fire, just wasting away.
"Pity" Pansy mused, flicking a bit of ash off the end of her cigarette. "I sorta liked your mum at times. When she would take me on vacations with you guys, or buy me stuff, that's when she was the best."
"Of course you liked it that she would spend money on you. C'mon Pansy, you're like the daughter she never had" Draco shook his head, smirk still on his face, as he snubbed out his cigarette on the pillow of the bed he was sitting on. A sooty black mark appeared on the pure white pillowcase.
"Good job, that was Daphne's favorite cover" Pansy remarked scathingly, though a smile was plastered on her lips.
"Daphne can kiss my arse" he shot back, taking the pillow and chucking it at Pansy's head. The cigarette that was sitting between her lips fell to the floor after being knocked loose from the pillow hitting her in the face, leaving a black burn mark identical to that of the one on the pillow that was now at her disposal.
"Alright, that's it" she threatened in a mock ferocious manner. "It's on" Pansy picked up the pillow and whacked Draco across the face. In retaliation, Draco picked up Daphne's other pillow and hit Pansy over the head. It wasn't long before the two had started a full-fledged, all out pillow fight, using all the pillows that they could locate in the room.
"C'mon, you can do better then that!" Draco taunted after dodging a pillow, which had been thrown at him by Pansy. With an evil grin plastered on her lips, Pansy charged Draco, grabbed him around the waist, tackled him to the ground and proceeded to tickle the skinny boy.
"Hey!" he remarked, trying to squirm out of her grasp. "No fair! No tickling!" Using all the might he could muster, while being maliciously tickled, Draco rolled over, pinning Pansy, by her arms, beneath him so that she could no longer tickle him. "I win" he said triumphantly, grinning in a boyish way.
"No you didn't" she shot back, smiling right back at him.
"Oh really, what are you going to do about it Miss "my arms are being pinned down by the most handsome boy in the school"?" Draco teased. Pansy opened her mouth to reply when the door was pushed open by none other than Daphne Greenglass, who's cheeks promptly flushed upon finding the two in such a suggestive position.
"Oh. Wow. I didn't know you guys were in here…" she trailed off, looking dreamily at Draco, who was smirking at her reaction. "I'll leave…" and she turned around, closing the door behind her.
"God, did you see her face!" Pansy laughed, using her legs to push Draco, who was in hysterics after their pleasant interruption, off of her. "She was staring at you, wishing she were me…" she trailed off laughing.
"If only she knew…" Draco lay on his back, wiping tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes. "Thanks Pansy. I owe you again."
"Hey, what are friends for?" she said with a smile, and then a sigh. "Do you know how crappy of a reputation I have because of you? Everyone thinks I'm your bloody whore."
"What do you care what those bloody idiots think? C'mon, with you hanging all over me I don't have to deal with a fan club."
"True, but you benefit and I suffer" Pansy whined, with a small pout.
"Now you're just getting freaky" he replied upon seeing her expression. Pansy rolled her eyes and punched Draco playfully in the arm.
"Look, I'm such a good actress I've even got you fooled" she laughed, pushing herself up into a sitting position. "I guess you're right though, I shouldn't care what the fools think. Let them think there's something between us."
"But there is something between us…" Draco said slowly, as if confused.
"There is?"
"Yeah, air" he remarked jokingly, only to get hit in the head by a pillow under Pansy's control.
"God, you are such an arse!"
"But you love me anyway" he said, turning on his side and batting his eyelashes at her.
"Yes Draco" she said with a sigh, though a smile still lay across her lips. "You're my best friend. I'd do anything for you…anything within reason that is." Draco let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling.
"I know" he said with a small, genuine smile. Pansy looked over at the teenage boy, lying on the floor of her dorm room, laughing softly to herself. "Whaat?" he asked, hearing her laughter.
"Nothing" she said unconvincingly. "Nothing at all. Just thinking…"
"Well think quieter" he replied with a grin. Pansy rolled her eyes again. True, she didn't care what those bloody idiots thought. And, she had one of the greatest friendships a girl could ask for. Sure, no one really knew about their friendship, but she wasn't one to go about boasting things. She didn't care what others thought about her. If they wanted to believe she was a clingy, whiny, love struck pug then they could believe that. It didn't make it true. No, the only true thing she had in her life was lying right here next to her, and that was all she needed.
A/N-I'm really hoping I didn't make the characters too OOC. I just wanted to establish their close friendship. Please review!
