Chapter 3: A Farewell
Draco lay awake on his bed, moaning with great displeasure. He's still not sure whether how he felt about that little mudblood, or whether or not he was guilty. Stupid Instant Messaging, he cursed.
Walking slowly towards the fireplace in his silver and green pajamas, Draco led to a halt at who's lying peacefully at the sofa in front of the fireplace. From the sight of it he saw that she has brown straight hair and in her hand was a parchment of some kind, she seemed to have uncannily grabbed hold onto it, reluctantly to let go even in sleep.
Draco walked curiously towards her, bending low to read her face. She was sleeping, showing soft features of peacefulness, and wearing her Slytherin robe. "AHHHHHHHHH—," Draco screamed, eyes shocking in great disbelief.
For there, the girl laying asleep on the couch had been the one person he feared the most over the years—Pansy Parkinson. She had mostly disturbed Draco whenever she has the chance and is always chirping about how she likes him. To Draco's horror, Pansy had been lurking around the boys' dormitory recently and had been very reluctant about leaving.
"Oh Drakie!" Echoed her disgustingly girlish voice in his mind, "How can you let me leave when you need me so?" She asked questionably, blinking her eyes at him. Though Draco led a persistent answer, shooting an extremely rude attitude over at Pansy about her incredibly irritable tone of the word "how," Pansy just can't seem to give up. She is still drooling over him constantly.
His scream seemed to have caused Pansy to suddenly drop her parchment. As Draco watched her rubbing her eyes in confusion, he quickly picked up the parchment on the floor, hiding it in his pocket.
Pansy woke up and looked around, her eyes fixed on Draco when she spotted him, who was standing dully over by the fireplace as far from her as possible.
"Oh Drakie! I'm sorry I've fallen asleep!" said Pansy apologetically, getting to her feet. "I was looking for you—Goyle told me that you're not here so I waited on this couch." Said Pansy, grinning at Draco.
"I was in my room." Draco said coldly.
"Well, that must be the reason," said Pansy absentmindedly.
"What are you looking for me for?" Draco asked, backing away towards his own private room.
"To give you sympathy," said Pansy in an abject tone. "Oh Drakie, I've just heard, that horrible mudblood is giving you lessons on that stupid muggle-technology. I'll bet that she hasn't the slightest idea of who she's dealing with," said Pancy angrily.
"Pansy, she—," Draco began. Though he didn't know why he would be this way.
"Oh Drakie, are you traumatized? Did she make fun of you? Because if she did, you could always give her detention!" said Pansy, "I know she's a Head Girl and all, but don't you remember who you are?" she asked, staring at Draco, who looked away.
"Drakie! You're the Head Boy!" Pansy reminded as Draco gave a loud snort. Like you can ever give a Head Girl detention, he thought. "If you don't, I'll be the one to revenge her!" she gritted her teeth. "That little mudblood and her Potter—," she automatically stretch her hand in her pocket. "I found a piece of diary of hers," said Pansy, stretching her hand in her other pocket, "Have you seen it?" she was now stretching nervously at her other pockets.
Draco put his hand in his pocket, touching the parchment. That must be it, he thought. Why would Pansy want to show me Hermione's diary? Draco asked himself. Since when did I remember that mudblood's name? he tortured himself again.
"Anyway, Drakie, she said in her diary today that someone nicknamed 'DragonRulez' was accusing that Potter doesn't like her—," Pansy smirked, still looking for that parchment. "Do you know who that is?"
Uh-oh.
"—Where did you get it?" asked Draco, his eyes glued on Pansy, trying to distract her.
"Well," nervousness filled in Pansy's tone as she dwelled on her feet. "Nicked it?" she asked, hoping that Draco would accept.
"You went through her personal privacy?" asked Draco in disbelief. Since when did he care that much about Hermione? Defending a FUCKING mudblood?!!
"Er... that is... er..." Pancy stuttered, "yes?" she answered. "Since when did you care that much about that mudblood?" Pansy demanded.
"None of your business." Said Draco coolly.
"Fine," Pansy shot. "Well, since I can't find that parchment, I'll just tell you." She said sweetly in her girlish voice. "That mudblood said that someone nicknamed DragonRulez had—," Pansy's voice was reached an incredible squeak now. "Well, you know how she liked Potter and how she hates being denied? I just found out that—,"
Pansy's voice continued on, unaware that her high-pitched voice had filled the whole Slytherin common room with an unpleasantness, and Draco was looking highly distracted.
"Anyway, that mudblood—,"
"Shut up, Parkinson!" Draco shouted, suddenly surprised at his own temper. "Mind your own business, okay? Even though we're evil people, invading personal privacy is just, wrong."
Okay, he admits it. He. Sound. Stupid.
Draco stood by the fireplace, looking directly at Pansy, who was blinking her eyelashes madly. "Okay, whatever. But Parkinson, please, I beg you, stop lurking me! You know very well in your heart that I will never, ever, return your affection, so why the heck even try?"
"Wha-what?" Pansy said, began tears rolling on her cheeks, clearly out of shock. "Bu-but Dra-Drakie,"
"Dare you call me that again," interrupted Draco.
"—what has gotten into you?" Pansy asked in disbelief. "You never acted like this when I was trying to talk about that mudblood? We used to have fun together," her voice broke. Tears are streaming down her cheeks as she managed to speak without stuttering. "Why are you acting like this now?"
Draco stared at the floor.
"Can't we try and have some fun?" Pansy asked. "Like making fun of Potter and Weasley and Granger?" Pansy hesitated. "That was, was, us," she said finally. "Remember that Yule Ball that I'll never forget—we had so much fun—,"
"You mean you had so much fun," said Draco coolly. "I never had fun with you." Draco admitted. All the time he's spent with her had been dull, lifeless, and always a bore.He did not want to say this to Parkinson, though. He's afraid to hurt the feelings of a girl who has always loved him.
"You thought I looked forward to every time we had been together but you're wrong, Parkinson, you're an emotionless thing." Draco lied. For this was not entirely true. He had had spent some worthwhile time with Pansy and she's always cheering for him.
Why am I rejecting her?
"Malfoy," said Pansy, who changed her tone into a cold, sensational pitch, sinking her eyes into his. "How can you say I'm an emotionless thing? I know that I'll never succeed in making you love me, but at least I am trying. I think you're pathetic. You have no girlfriend, no life, no friends—" Pansy cut off her speech for a brief moment, as if to think, "I pity you."
Draco was now looking down at his shoes, laying there with shame. Before she aimed at the door, she led to a halt.
It took a moment before neither would spoke.
"I'll always love you, Drakie." Said Pancy without turning around. Draco could tell tears were forming down her egg-like face. He could almost feel the pain building inside her, cracking with unpleasantness.
"Parkinson—I'm sorry." Draco apologized. "I just don't feel the same way about you," he said plainly.
Pansy turned around. Her eyes were bolting with red. Strands of hair loosely clung to her face, sucked in tears, her brown eyes fixed on Draco. "This all started because of Granger, right? I can never forgive her..." she whispered, no one felt her pain, for she felt sorry, however, to bid her 6 years romance goodbye
. "Malfoy," she grunted, "I don't want an apology from you. I don't want to hear any words of you any longer. As far as I'm concerned, we've never met. Understood, Malfoy? Never met." Said Pansy, still crying, but struggled to hold her tears back.
"Never met," repeated Draco.
For a moment they stared at each other, both feeling pain in their heart, for what seemed like eternity. Then Pansy turned away, muttering to herself about her silliness over the years for choosing Draco.
"Good bye, Pansy." Said Draco dryly.
"G'bye," barked Pansy.
Draco watched sadly as Pansy left the room quietly, cursing under her lips, footsteps fading. Uncertain, he snatched the piece of parchment he had "nicked" from Pansy earlier that night from his pocket. He opened it slowly, as if expecting something horrible in it. A second later, neat handwriting of what seemed like Hermione's appeared on the paper. Curious, Draco quickly opened the parchment big and wide and read it silently.
Time passed and Draco has finished that little piece. Clearly disturbed by Hermione's attitude, he thrown the parchment into the fireplace.
Unaware that someone's watching him, Draco got to his feet and shut his door in a loud thud. Assuring if Draco's left yet, a large shadow emerged from behind another couch. His huge body covered the fireplace where he quickly got out the piece of parchment, whooshing breaths at it, putting the fire out. And when he was done, he turned around, and slowly showed the vision of his fat face. It wais Goyle.
A/N: so what did you think of this chapter? If you wanna know what's written in Hermione's letter, wait for my next chapter!! Meanwhile, please submit a review to tell me what you think, 'kay? Thanks!