April

The smell of rain remained everywhere I went.

Draco and I were back together. As for Daphne, well, I think Draco did a decent job scolding her for making me feel that way. It was completely natural for us to laugh at others' pain; another way people recognize us as "Draco and Pansy".

Rain seemed endless and all the castle was filled with the scent of wet grass. Most of my time now, I've been forgetting a lot of my assignments. I've been completely absorbed with anything that had to do with Draco. I'd get at least one kiss from him each day, but the surprise was, I didn't know when. Of all the ups and downs in my life, I've never felt more relieved.

Daphne gave me a few dirtly looks every now and then, and they weren't easy to ignore. Especially after finding out that Millicent and Daphne had been best friends the whole time. Personally, I didn't think that I would be jealous because she had another good friend, but yes, I was.

I was told by Draco to just drop her and forget it; I wasn't exactly sure what to do. Girls in Slytherin just address me as 'their leader', but Millicent would probably be the only one there I'd actually consider as a "best friend". Daphne was until our third years.

And I've been writing back to my mother, too. She had asked me about Draco, and I told her that I was his girlfriend. I thought at first she would go ballistic because last time, I've been told not to 'rush my life'. The ink from the latest letter that I've recieved from her was blotched because of the rain; and was indistinct. She would probably ask me why I'm dating him already. But not this time.

My mother asked me if I wanted to marry Draco.

Narcissa had asked Draco if he wanted to marry me.

Reading this, I turned a very fair shade of pink and just sat next to Draco, staring, as we looked through our letters together. He was turning pink too; something you wouldn't normally see.

For many generations now, the Malfoys and the Parkinsons would get married at a young age, somewhere around sixteen or seventeen. My mother wanted to do it because she knew I loved Draco. Narcissa wanted our marriage because of the great power we will have. Malfoys and Parkinsons are very powerful alone already.

I hesitated to speak first, but I had no control over what I was saying. "...What do you think we should do, Draco?"

"I don't know. If we were to get married, it would be after or during our seventh year."

"Do you think, though...you would have enough time for us and your plans with Him?" I had almost forgotten that Draco had become a Death Eater, following his father's footsteps.

"There's plenty of time on my hands. Besides, Pansy, you could come and join me."

I was struck dumb at the time. "Me? A Death Eater?"

"It won't hurt, wouldn't it?"

I was going to have to think first. It would be a great honor to my family if I was to be a Death Eater, but I've never really thought about it.

Writing back to my mother, I thought, was probably a wise start.

Dear Mother,

I've been doing good here, I'll be back home before you know it.

About me and Draco getting married, we're still thinking about that.

He has asked me to join Him and become a Death Eater as well.

Something is telling me that I should, but I would like to see what you think first.

Until then,

Love,

Pansy

I know I could've written more. This was just like me; I was never satisfied with what I had to say in a message. After I was finished writing the letter, Draco picked it up and read it over. He said that if I were to become a Death Eater, it would make him happier because I would be there with him. Before Hogwarts, I found Draco nothing but a friend of mine with cooties. Now this was different. When Daphne was my friend, she told me that she wasn't really the person for relationships - in her second year; she dated that poor excuse of a Pureblood (I have to say), Miles Bletchley. Daphne mentioned that he was hard to keep up with; and was probably only using her. She told me getting into a relationship was a bad thing, and broke up with him shortly after. I could see right though her, I wasn't stupid; she just wanted Draco all to herself. Who would listen to her, anyway?

About two weeks later, as I walking towards our common room, I saw Daphne and Miles snogging in the middle of the corridor, right there, for everyone to see. Most people stared at them awkwardly and just kept going, others with disgusted looks on their faces, or ignored them. Haha, Daphne's not going to get me jealous this time, I don't understand what she sees in that idiot. I passed by them, laughing. This seemed to pull her strings.

Daphne furrowed her eyebrows and shot me a cold stare. "At least I've actually snogged someone. You, on the other hand, probably won't ever be able to!"

And yes. The moment she said this, I wanted to punch her. Punch her and make her take it back. So I did.

She fell to the ground, hands covering her nose that was slowly turning purple. Few students were staring, which led to more and more. I looked at her roll back and forth, cursing at me as she did so.

"Pansy, you...you-!"

I chuckled as she lacked an insult. My chuckles developed to laughter; laughter to cackling. I never knew how much trouble I would be in, until Draco came.

"Pansy!" He yelled, and stared at Daphne squirming helplessly on the ground. "What happened?"

"She-" I started.

Snape arrived at the right moment, curiously staring at Daphne, Draco and I. Madame Pomfrey, who was behind him, gasped in shock and took Daphne, heading for the Hostpital Wing right away. Snape didn't say a word, and just dissappeared somewhere in the crowd. As I was about to stand up to walk away with Draco, Madame Pomfrey called me over. "You, Parkinson. Come with me." Her voice was harsh and gave me shrills. I followed, not saying a word. Draco was tagging along too, holding my hand as we walked up the stairs.

"Mr. Malfoy, you shall remain outside," she scolded as she split our hands apart, which made me even more angier than I was. Before I followed Madame Pomfrey, I stared at Draco. No sound came out of his mouth, but his mouth moved. I'll be out here; his lips said.

Inside, Daphne was placed on a bed and she fell asleep immeadiately. I was going to have to deal with Madame Pomfrey now. "Explain yourself, Miss Parkinson," she demanded.

I still remember how I felt like a coward then. A Parkinson couldn't; shouldn't be a coward.

"She..she shouldn't have messed with me," I began. "I didn't start anything." That was all I could say. Madame Pomfrey just sighed in disgust and told me that she would remind Snape to take me in for five nights of detention. Rolling my eyes as in saying I-really-couldn't-care-less, I just waited for her to leave. And finally, she did.

The precise moment she left, Draco came in. I told him about my punishment and told me detention wasn't all that bad. This would affect on my grade, and I wonder what my mother will think then.