Okay. Here is chapter one. This story takes place after Hogwarts. Draco and Pansy are engaged. We'll see what Hermione is up to in the next chapter. Please give me constructive critisism on what I can do to improve this story. I hope no one is OOC… Eeek. Anyway, please R+R. No, I'm not macy.

Pansy had long, straight blonde hair. Her face was heart shaped, but her nose was a different story. Pug-like. There was no other way to describe it. On any other woman it would have looked atrocious, but she made it beautiful. Her eyes were pale blue, her lips bow shaped. She had legs his mother would die for.

 She was his. Or was he hers? It funny in a way; how they would fight for the dominant position in their relationship. Mostly Draco occupied this seat, but when he would get into one of his "moods", (She called them that.) Pansy would feel obligated to take the reins.

 He was in a "mood" the day that she walked through his door holding a cigerette between her index finger and thumb. He looked up from table at her, and raised an eyebrow.

"When did you start smoking?"

 She rolled her eyes and sat down across from him.

 "I don't know."

 "You had best get the smell of it off of you before my father gets here. You know how Lucius hates them." He drawled, obviously bored.

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow.

"And when did you begin preaching? God. You sound like some sort of depressed muggle."

He drummed his fingers on the oaken table.

"I'm not depressed, and I'm sure as bloody hell not a muggle."

 She smirked.

"You are depressed. I mean, look at you! You're wearing all black, you've paid extra attention to your hair, and you're here on time! What could have possibly driven you to listen to your father? I can't believe that you agreed to come as you obviously never have before."

His face was expressionless. It was a Malfoy trait; learning to draw the shades on your feelings from an early age.

Pansy pouted.

"You're no fun today."

"Am I ever?"

"Good point. Soooo, how was your trip to Bulgaria? I heard that there's a shop there called Mimsy's that has the best dress robes ever!"

  Pansy began talking animatedly about some new robes she had bought on the way over to the Manor. Draco didn't listen. He was lost in his own thoughts.

    He wasn't depressed. He had seen her again, that was all. The only difference this time was that she was hanging off of Krum's arm. Like back in fourth year... Why was he thinking about her? What was the point? He could never have her. Besides, he had Pansy. Pansy had been voted Wizard Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award twice. Wasn't that enough? His parents approved of her too...

 Of course they did. They had introduced Draco to her when he was ten as his future wife!

Where exactly were these thoughts leading him to? This was quite confusing sometimes. He was feeling so muddled...

"Draco!  For the tenth time! I said, your parents are here!"

 He got up from the table, and muttered under his breath, "Beautiful."

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He stood in the front hall beside Pansy. His parents would be coming through the front door any moment. They would then retire to the dining room, where Lucius would tell Draco what he had summoned him here for, Pansy would announce whatever the hell she was here for, and hopefully, he would be back at his flat before bed time.

 He wondered acidly what his mother would say to him about the clothes that he was wearing today. She always had a comment or two about his wardrobe. Lucius approved of Draco's liking for black, but Narcissa preferred her son to wear light blue or white, as she insisted that it brought out his blonde hair better.

 See? There you go again thinking about the disgusting little details that make your life hell...

The door opened. In walked his parents. Narcissa said something excitedly to Pansy, kissed Draco, Lucius shook his head, they went to the dining room. There must have been more, but it seemed to happen in slow motion to Draco, who was bored out of his mind by this time.

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Draco swirled the brandy around in his glass. Everybody at the table was quiet. Pansy and Narcissa were positively bursting with excitement at whatever they had to say.

 "Well! I think that we'll go first! Pansy dear, tell them!"

 Pansy got up and cleared her throat. Draco made a disgusted face.

 "I'm pregnant!"

 Narcissa clapped, Lucius gasped and Draco sat calmly.

  Pansy looked at him expectantly. Everyone was once again quiet, but they all waited for him to say something.

 A few moments passed. Finally Draco sipped his brandy, and tried not to fall off of his chair laughing.

 "How lovely Pansy. How far along are you?"

 She glowed.

"Two months!"

"Oh I see. And did you perhaps fail to use that overly small brain of yours to realise that I haven't been here in over four months?"

 Narcissa fainted. Pansy sat down and said nothing. Lucius jumped up.

 "I knew it. Treacherous, scheming girl! Draco has been in Bulgaria for the past year. What were you thinking? Whose is it? Disgusting specimen of a witch..."

 Pansy burst out crying. Draco got up apruptly and walked out of the front door. This day had turned out better then he had possibly thought it ever could.

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He positivly almost skipped down the street. Pansy was going to get a third and fourth degree from her parents, and then the marriage would probably be off, and he would free to get the hell away from her. Life was just too good.

 Almost.

He slowed down and smoothed back his hair, straightened his cloak and took a breath. Malfoys must always be dignified. But surely this was a time for celebrating! He would call Blaise, Crabbe and Goyole and go have a few drinks at a classy pub. Maybe he could even drown his sorrows and come home stone drunk.

 What a lovely life he lived.