A/N: I'm getting very inspired for this story at the moment so expect a few more chapters soon. As long as I don't get too much school work. New chapters coming soon for my other stories as well. Thanks for the reviews, very encouraging. Enjoy the chapter...
"Hello, love." Draco drawled as Pansy shut the door of his office behind her. Pansy rolled her eyes but smiled slightly, she couldn't help smiling when Draco was around – it was instinct, walking over to his large mahogany desk she perched on the edge and crossed her legs, revealing a fair amount of pale and smooth thigh.
Draco smirked and rifled through his papers, trying to hide his shock at Pansy's appearance. She was almost skeletal, still attractive because she had retained some of her curves (probably a quirk of the potions she was taking), but her eyes were more sunken in. Unconsciously he reached across and ran a hand across her prominent cheekbones, Pansy shivered at his touch as she tried to ignore him and pretended to read some price lists.
Draco's eyes widened as he realised what he was doing and he quickly withdrew his hand and picked up a quill to occupy himself somehow, anything to distract him from the self destruction Pansy was putting herself through. But why? He ran through what she had said that morning and realisation dawned upon him, it was because of him. But what did she want him to say or do?
Pansy quirked an eyebrow at Draco, his quill was hovering above the pain and he was obviously deep in thought. "What time's this party tonight?" Pansy picked up a model of a new prototype broom and looked at it, it took flight and she watched as it flew around the room.
"Huh?"
"The party. At Goyle's. You said you had torrent."
"Oh right. Yeah. Well I figured I could come round to your place about ten, and then we could go on later."
"You want to fuck before we go out?" Pansy swatted at the broom as it dive-bombed her.
"If that's okay with you?" Draco caught the tiny broom and shoved it in his desk drawer where they could hear it banging against the sides.
"My opinion matters in this? Gosh Draco, I'm flattered." Pansy held a hand to her heart mockingly and Draco blushed slightly, his head dropping.
"Feminism and all that." He looked up again, sneering. Pansy rolled her eyes, the comeback was pitiful. Glancing up at the clock her eyes widened and she jumped up off the desk. "Going so soon?"
"I said I'd meet Nathaniel for drinks."
"Starting without me? Tut tut." He laughed.
"We all know what a lightweight you are Draco. A house elf could drink you under the cauldron." She poked her tongue out at him and disapparated, leaving a slightly embarrassed but more than likely pissed off Draco behind her.
"Lightweight, my arse." Draco muttered as he downed another shot of firewhisky and walked over to where he could see Pansy flirting outrageously with Theodore Nott. His smirk twisted into a sneer as she clutched onto Theodore's arm and the dark haired man wrapped his arm around her tiny waist.
"Hand's off Nott…" He snarled and pulled Pansy away. "Damn possessive fuck Pansy and you know it." He whispered in her ear and she pouted.
Theodore held up his hands in mock defence. "Chill Draco, just harmless fun mate…" Draco raised his eyebrows and, wrapping an arm tightly round Pansy's shoulders, walked away. As soon as they were out of sight of Theodore Pansy pulled away from Draco and flounced down on a crushed black velvet couch, pouting slightly as Draco grabbed a bottle of firewhisky from a passing house elf and threw it to her. She undid the lid and downed a few measures worth; placing the bottle on the floor she reached out and pulled Draco towards her.
Draco smirked and straddled her, parting her lips slightly he was met with the sting of whisky. He grinned against her lips and sucked the alcohol from her mouth as his hands slipped under her black leather skirt. He dragged his nails over the bruises on her inner thighs and she winced, biting her lip to stop herself from crying out.
"Me or Nott?" He cocked his head to one side.
"Oh for fuck's sake, Draco…" Pansy pushed him away and stood up, making her way into the crowds and away to where she knew Aristid would have plentiful supplies of drugs.
As she squeezed past some men she felt a hand grab her ass and instinctively hit it away, if it wasn't Draco, it wasn't worth the hassle. And Draco never grabbed, it was far too common and uncouth.
"Fuck off Zabini."
Blaise only winked at her as she flipped him the finger. "Draco not putting out?"
"Draco always puts out." She snarled and shoved him away. Blaise rolled his eyes and turned away as Pansy continued through the hallway to where Aristid was stood, struggling to hold up his girlfriend.
Pansy sneered at the elder woman and looked at her brother. "What did you give her?"
"Torrent." Aristid groaned as she pulled down on his arm. "I don't think she's ever had it before. Here…give me a hand." Pansy rolled her eyes but helped Aristid drop the girl onto the staircase where she lay groaning against the banisters.
"Have you got any more?" Aristid nodded in reply and dug in his pocket for another packet which he duly handed to his younger sister.
"How's Draco?"
"Don't ask…"
"High already?"
"No. Possessive. Sex mad. Cold."
"In short, everything you used to love in him." Aristid sat down next to his girlfriend who had now passed out and patted the stair below him, indicating for his younger sister to sit down. Pansy leant back against Aristid's legs and fingered the packet of torrent nervously.
"I just…we don't talk anymore, we don't spend any time together, all we do is fuck."
"Then talk…"
"But what about? When we were younger we used to talk all the time, about our worries for the future, we used to plan…we had so many dreams, Aristid. We've always known we would have to marry and it never bothered us. I could never see myself with anyone but Draco, but now…"
"It's too comfortable?"
"Not really, it's not comfortable. There's nothing left. We stopped trying, he stopped caring, he stopped noticing me Aristid…I don't think Draco loves me anymore."
"Pansy, is this why you're not eating?" Aristid fingered her shoulder softly, he could feel the bones and nothing else, he shivered as he realised how dangerously thin his sister was.
She nodded solemnly and a single tear ran down her pale cheek. "I thought he didn't like the way I looked anymore, I thought if I was more beautiful then he would notice me again and start caring."
"It doesn't work like that Pansy. You are beautiful, I think the problem is, both of you, yes Pans both of you, stopped making an effort. You can't make Draco take all the blame for this, because you aren't making him work for your love. You just sit around all day waiting for him. And don't tell me different because I know you Pansy."
Pansy's whole body shook with sobs as she took in Aristid's words. She knew he wasn't right but she didn't want to believe him, she and Draco were meant to be together, how could anything possibly go wrong in their relationship… "What am I supposed to do now then?" She choked and clutched at the torrent.
"End it." Aristid took a swig of some firewhisky and prepared for Pansy's reply.
"Excuse me? Aristid we are betrothed, you know what that means, it means we have to get married when we are twenty one…I can't end it."
"Yes, you can. You're not even twenty yet. You have to show Draco what he's missing, because if you fucking marriage is going to work you two need to start making an effort in your relationship. There was nothing in that unbreakable vow that you and Draco had to be together until you got married."
"But I love him."
"And? You said it yourself, you'll always end up together so what's the fuss? Split up for a bit, realise how much you love and need each other – because you do, trust me, Draco will be begging on his fucking pureblood knees for you to come back after a few days, and you'll welcome him back with open arms. But you need a break Pansy, you need to get out of this place and see some of the world, you need to fucking eat."
Pansy sniffed and wiped the tears of her face. "Maybe you're right…"
"Of course I'm fucking right." Pansy giggled slightly and stood up. "Now are you going to use that torrent or are you going to give it back?" Pansy rolled her eyes and sighed, placing the packet in his hand and walking away down the stairs to find Draco and a new sense of purpose in life.
Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded
Everything is cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it