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"Good night, Draco?" He glanced up as Aristid, Pansy's brother walked into the dining room of the Parkinson home where he sat reading the Daily Prophet Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange goes on trial and sipping black coffee.

"Acceptable. What was she on?"

"Only acceptable? Surprising. Torrent."

"Well to be fair, acceptable with Pansy is like heaven." Aristid chuckled and Draco smirked. "Torrent? Got any left?"

"Of course, Lestrange was keen to make money before the Auror's got him."

Draco laughed. "How much do you want?"

"Ah, Draco, you're practically family. You fuck my sister enough at any rate. No charge."

"If you're sure?"

"Yeah." Aristid stood up and pulled a packet of the powder from his pocket, throwing it at Draco. "Tell Pans that I've gone out. Laters, Draco." He nodded and walked out of the room. Draco leant back in his chair and fingered the packet before sliding it into his own pocket, no point wasting it now when there were perfectly good bacon sandwiches to be eaten.

Pansy inspected her body in the huge mirror that covered the entire wall of her bathroom, her pale neck had a large hickey on it and her back was covered in scratch marks. Honestly, Draco could be such a possessive fuck sometimes she thought as she downed a potion that cleared her head of the after affects of too much alcohol, nicotine, torrent and Draco.

There were bruise marks on her wrists where he had pinned her arms down and she fingered them tenderly as the scorching hot water of the shower ran over her. There were even bruises on her inner thighs. Bastard, she thought as she rinsed her hair quickly and turned the water off. Uttering a drying spell she walked back into her bedroom and dressed in a green and grey plaid kilt and a dark green vest top with lace trimmings. She piled her hair up in a messy bun and walked downstairs, opening the dining room door and nearly collapsing in shock. Draco never stayed, never. Not long enough for them to see each other anyway, he left his marks and went again.

"What are you doing here?" She asked coolly as she sat down at the opposite end of the vast table and poured herself a glass of lycee juice.

"Excellent bacon sandwiches." Draco commented, smiling proudly at the mark on her neck. He could only imagine the state of her back.

"Oh fuck off. It's not like I made them."

"You could pass the compliments onto the chef." He smirked.

Pansy raised an eyebrow, deciding to ignore the pointless comment. Instead she reached for a dish that held several deep purple tablets.

"Morning kick?" Draco asked recognising them as Kinso, another wizarding drug that acted like caffeine would, but stronger.

"Mmmm." Pansy mumbled as she swallowed three of them, Draco raised his eyebrows – three was excessive, even for Pansy and her drug habits. The tablets weren't followed by anything except a red potion Draco recognised as a diet aid.

"You aren't eating?"

"Does it look like I am?"

"No. That's why I asked. You should really eat something Pans."

She raised her eyebrows incredulously. "Draco, like you give a fuck as long as I look good. And since when did you give a fuck if I was living healthily?" She scrunched up her face in confusion and walked out, knocking over her chair as she did.

Draco righted the chair with a flick of his wand and went back to reading the paper before his eyes flicked up and glanced at Pansy's empty chair. Since when did he care? They fucked, that was all. Regularly admittedly, but that was all it was. Well a little shared drug use occasionally but it all amounted to the same thing in the end. And when had he stopped coming round to see her at any other time other than the dead of the night when she was high? That morning was the first time he had seen her in her normal state for months. And in the light of day Draco had noticed that Pansy was looking decidedly thin, tired and worn. Ah. Shit. Draco thought, she wasn't eating, at all. Definitely shit. Standing up he decided that he would make a short appearance at the family home before going into work (well, what resembled work – ordering around staff all day at the offices for his Quidditch supply company).

"I'm going Pans." He called out.

"Fuck off." Came the reply from upstairs and, shrugging, Draco walked out of the front door. What had got into Pansy lately? Other than him of course…and why did he care? It was only Pansy after all.

Pansy wrinkled her nose and closed the magazine. She was bored. She was always bored, that's why she took drugs, to alleviate the boredom. Once, a very drunk Aristid had suggested that she get a job. As if. She ran a hand through her hair and considered Draco's behaviour that morning, maybe he was just enjoying the Parkinson family's breakfast spread, or the remains of it given that her parents, and three brothers Aristid, Alexander and Nathaniel, would have already eaten half the gross national product of a small African country already that morning before Draco had even got down there. Pansy shivered at the thought of food, she rarely ate much anymore, not regularly anyway. But she had to look good for Draco; he wouldn't fuck her if she got fat.

An eagle owl swooped into the room and stood on the coffee table, she was sat in one of the mansion's living rooms, holding out a letter for her. Raising her eyebrows in surprise she opened in only to sigh as she recognised Draco's lazy scrawl.

Thanks for breakfast,

Come to the office, I'm bored.

Party tonight at Goyle's. Have torrent.

D.

Sex, drugs, and bacon sandwiches…that was all he ever thought about, never her, no matter how good a fuck she was, he would never care about Pansy the person. And the fact she was practically starving herself for him. Downing a glass of firewhisky she pulled on a long black satin cloak and apparated to Draco's office.