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Chapter The Fifth – Sweet Recalls of Youth
The next day, Pansy and Draco met in the dinning room for their usual early breakfast. Their eyes met for one quick second, fear noticeable in both gazes. The fire within hers seemed to melt the ice in his. And still, non said a thing regarding the last night's events.
Draco was living a predicament, he felt like he had to ask whether she was any better, he felt guilty about making her cry so bitterly; but if he happened to ask and she upset herself again, he would feel lost and even more guilty. Women in such state was his least favorite thing.
Pansy, in the other side, felt her cheeks turning of a deep shade of crimson. Through out the night she had thought about it all and realized that perhaps she had over reacted. But that was the last thing that truthfully concerned her, she also felt horrible for not being able to tell him everything he wanted to know, everything he had to know. She was a coward and she would sooner or later pay.
Peter rushed into the room behind his mother and took his usual seat next to the blond. He climbed onto the chair and looked around with lazy, still sleepy eyes. Draco turned his attention to the boy and drew an empathic smile in his full thin lips. He knew how horrible it was to get up so early just because the grown-ups wanted to have breakfast all as a family. Pansy seemed to have learnt many things about Narcissa Malfoy and her own mother. Draco and Pansy had spent several meals together, feeling tired or eager to do whatever they wanted as kids, but still staying because their parents told them to. "Did you sleep well Peter?"
Before grabbing the toast with strawberry jam spread on top that his mother was handing to him, Peter nodded and smiled back. "Yes, Mr Malfoy. Thanks."
It seemed that the kid had forgotten about seeing her mother crying the last night, or perhaps it was just that he was way too sleepy to even remember. Draco cleared his throat and gave him a pointed look that both knew well. "Do call me Draco."
The boy nodded once again, quietly. He bit the toast and sipped some warm milk from the glass in front of him. "Mummy, I'm full. May I go and play outside?"
Pansy laughed lowly and nodded slowly. "Peter, how many times have I told you we do not say 'I am full' we say I'm satisfied. And, as soon as you get that correct and a sweater on, yes you may go out and play. As always don't go too far. I'll have an elf to look after you."
Peter pouted slightly after jumping off from the chair he had been in. "But mummy, I am a big boy. I don't need an elf... I can take care of myself!"
Draco rose an eyebrow toward him, he recalled the days in which he would ask his beloved mother to go out and the lady always sent an elf to look after him. Lucius, his father, usually told Narcissa that their son had to learn by himself. He has to fall, before you help him stand, dearest. His voice echoed in Draco's mind and he sweapt, with a slight shake of his head, all memory away form his mind. It was still too painful to think about his parents. There were wounds that, despite what the Medi Wizard had told them, would simply never ever heal fully.
After a brief dicussion, Peter excited the dinning room not quite pleased with the results he had gotten. Either way, Pansy had told him, she would send an elf because it was dangerous to be outside all by himself. However, Draco and her would visit him shortly after they were finished with breakfast.
Draco's deep thoughts were interrupted by Pansy's melodic voice, now directed to him. It was almost startling that she still talked to him in that sweet tone of hers. "Draco, I wanted to tell you something."
"What might that be, Pans?" He asked almost as a reflex, gathering all his attention in her, or at least making a huge effort to do so.
"I appreciate hugely what you've done for me and..."
"Don't even mention it."
"Well, the thing is that... Peter and I will be moving out, to my parents' old house." She spoke as if the fact was simple and understandable, but Draco could not find the reason. They had lived peacefuly so far, except for the incident of the earlier night. They had managed to get along very well and enjoyed their presence very much, at least he did.
"Pansy, but why? You know you are wlecome to stay as long as it is necessary, having you with Peter alone in that huge house is not what I would consider wise. Malfoy Manor is guarded by very ancient magic that keeps you entirely safe... I-" As Pansy shook her head he realized it was not a matter of safety, neither that they didn't like to be there, there was something else bothering her, something he could not tell what it was.
"Draco, I am not asking for your opinion or permission, whatsoever. It is a fact and there is nothing you can do to change it, if the case is that you do want to change it." Her voice suddenly appeared to be strong and seemed to leave no space for further discussion.
He nodded quietly and stood up at once. Pansy watched him leaving the dinning room but what she did not see, were the glowing tears forming in the corner of his deep blue-gray eyes. She sighed deeply and stared at her full plate fixedly. She just thought that leaving was the healthiest thing she could do for her, for Draco but above all, for Peter.
She rose from the table, all food sitll intact, and went to check on Peter. When she reached the place in which he usually played, Pansy dismissed the elf that had been sent and conjured a confty chair in which she could sit. The boy was playing around, running from here to there randomly and letting out some squeals of delight at any amazing discovery he made.
This picture brought to her numerous recalls, that along also brought numerous feelings, all of them old and different...
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Pansy had never expirienced such pain. It burnt her inside and went through her arms and legs making her squeal on the tiny bed she was laying on. Her grown belly contracted every now and then and tiny salty, sweat drops covered her all over making her jet-black, silky curls spread untidyly along her back, across her forehead and over her chest.
A nurse would come every so often to check on her vital signs and tell all would be good, that she would be through it soon; nothing really that Pansy actually believed. It was not until she could not resist the pain anymore and began thinking the labour would last forever when a Medi Wizard approached her bed, among the rest, and leant to say it was time, finally.
Everything went so fast, that if you ask her now she is not able to tell you what exactly happened next since she only recovered concience of herself in the mere second that a baby cry filled the hot air. The pain was replaced by the most pleasurable bliss that had ever filled her soul and she realized thigs were going to be different from that very moment and on, whether she was alone in this life-changing expirience or not.
Pansy looked at the baby that was being cleaned from her blood and smiled broadly. Soon she had the tiny thing in between her arms, encolosing the creature safely. The boy opened his big blue-gray eyes and looked directly at his mother, blinking slowly. He sneezed as Pansy's smile grew a little more, then the baby kept on looking at her. "Hello dear, how are you?"
The boy's arm reached out and she placed her finger near it. It was immediately surrounded by the baby's tiny hand. And so Pansy didn't notice whatever was happening around, what the three nurses and the Medi Wizard were doing as they hummed and roamed around the room, she was too busy examining lovingly her newborn son. The new reason of her existance.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden approach of one of the nurses, the oldest one of all, the lady was holding a piece of parchmeant and a long, white feather pen with a sweet expression across her old features. "Miss Parkinson, have you decided the name yet?"
Her bright dark eyes looked up for a second, thoughtful. She wondered what name he would chose for their son. She wondedred whether if he would agree in naming him following the Parkinson tradition. Finally, Pansy made up her mind, she didn't quite knew exactly what made her name him like that, she just happened to feel it was the right thing to do. She owed her father. "Yes. I think... Peter. Yes, Peter Parkinson."
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"Mummy?" Pansy turned to look toward her concerned child, she gifted him a truthful smile. "Yes, darling?"
"Mummy, why are you crying again?" Peter inquired raising an eyebrow and climbing onto his mother's lap.
"Because I am happy." Pansy stroked the boy's cheek playfully. Her eyes just glittered with tears, but they had all not yet fallen.
Peter wrinkled his nose funnily, wondering how that could be possible. "Because you are happy?"
"Yes, darling. I am very happy because you are with me."
"I love you mummy."
"And I love you, sweetheart."
Draco was looking out of the window of his study, absorbed in his thoughts and the scene developing in front of him, every now and then he would presence moments like this one around the Manor. Pansy with Peter, holding each other closely, speaking words of true love, irradiating devotion for their own blood. At times it made him think it was a useless cause to try to bring her back to him because she already had the man of her life, because her life seemed complete already.
No. Giving up was not an option for a Malfoy. His parents had always taught him to act accroding to his status, and Malfoys always got what they wanted no matter the cost. Right now what he most craved for was to have her again by his side, to discover the cause of her run away and kill whoever was guilty for that. After all, a loveless life... "Is not life at all."
He sighed and turned around, heading toward the huge wooden desk that dominated the room. Draco sat down and rested fully his head against the seat, his eyes shot closed and a heavy sigh was released from the bottom of his lungs. For some reason he felt as if he had carried a sleeping troll from one side of the Malfoy property to the other. He was deadly tired.
Maybe it was because of this that he soon drifted into an uneasy sleep, just there sitting in his office, no matter how much work he had...
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Draco was used to be left waiting; mostly all the times he did, the wait was worth it. He loved the very moment in which his lovely girlfriend walked down that staircase stunningly dressed.
Each time it amazed him more how beautiful and sofisticated Pansy could look, even when she didn't took much care about her appereance and tucked in the first thing she found in the drawers, even in the mornings in which her hair was all messed around the pillow and her gorgeous eyes still sleepy; even then, she looked perfect; as perfect as only a Parkinson and future Malfoy could look.
He was standing near the crackling fireplace, one hand rested on the frame of it and the other one behind his back. His clothing seemed worth of royalty, velvety robes of the exact shade of navy blue that made his eyes glow in a slightlly juvenile way, perfectly shinny black shoes and his golden colour hair slicked back.
Only the tip-tapping of high hills made him turn around to face her. Pansy smiled broadly at him, thinking that first impretions were always the most important. She was wearing a long Slytherin green silk night gown that fell all the way down to her ankles elegantly, with a low 'v' clivage that framed a single diamond charm fallling in between her breasts luxuriously. The dress tightened around her tiny waist with a platinum thin strip as her night colour curls cascaded down her back covering its bareness.
Draco became speechless at such landscape and his jaw dropped a quarter of an inch making him look slightly goofy. Pansy let out a soft giggle that echoed around the sitting room lightening the atmosphere. She extended her hand for him and, as his soft lips lay upon it, chills ran down her spine.
"Mr Malfoy." She leant her head slightly toward him.
"Miss Parkinson, you are breathe taking tonight."
Pansy could not help herself and giggled once again. He escorted her all the way to the front door and helped her into her coat before fastening his over his shoulders.
A carriage was already awaiting in front of the house and it took them all the way out of the Parkinson property and to a restaurant which Draco knew his girlfriend loved. The trip was quiet, Pansy cuddled against his chest thoughtful and he just enjoyed the closeness of her body until the driver announced they had gotten to their destiny.
Both stepped out slowly and entered the restaurant. They were immediately leaded to a very private table for two, it was placed in a room with a fireplace and a bottle of champain was already chilling in an ice bucket next to it.
Draco pulled the chair for her and sat shortly after Pansy seemed confortable enough and the coats had been vanished magically. For a while a tense silece filled the room and as Pansy stared into the flames, Draco played with his fingers over the table.
A waiter finally came with the apeticer, since Draco had previously warned the kitchen exactly what to serve. His eyes wondered toward Pansy, in search for her approval and since she smiled toward him he understood she was pleased with the menu for that romantic night.
At first, they ate in silence, glancing at each other curiosuly every now and then and when the table was cleared from the plates of the second course Draco felt a huge weight landing in his stomach. It was such an unconfortable feeling that for few seconds Pansy could appreciate his screwed expression and was starting to feel concerned, if not gloomed.
The hansom wizard was known by his class for braking up with a witch. She had, not long ago, heard about the time when he broke with Melanie Bullstrode, younger sister of Millicent Bulstrode. Apparently, in the very begining of their sixth year of magical education, Draco took her to a private room in a known Caffeé of Hogsmeade, spoiled the girl with the most delicious snacks and tea and shortly after that, dropped the bomb. He no longer wanted to be with her.
Pansy quite not recalled the supposed drama the girl had fixed, but what she could remember was that the thing in between them was getting serious and Blaise Zabini, a good friend of both Pansy and Draco, told her that Draco just freaked because of that. She could almost see the thoughts forming in his mind, slowly..., painfully.
She could not help but screw her expression as well and hesitate before speaking. "Um, love, are you feeling allright?"
Draco nodded and swallowed dryly, he had never been this nervous before. "Yes, quite my love. Thanks. But there is..."
Pansy's perfectly shaped brun eyebrow rose. "Yes?"
He cleared his throat and sighed in the intent to calm himself down, but it didn't work as many times before. "There is actually something I wanted to discuss with you tonight. Something of huge importance."
Draco saw the frown coming, he slapped himself mentally imagining what impression he had given her as he also knew the reputation he had with the dirty buisness of braking up. Of course, he thought to do nothing of the sort, actually it was quite the contrary. He rose from his chair slowly, elegantly as only he. Pansy's eyes followed his movementss carefully, Draco could notice her hands shaking and saw how she twined both on top of her lap.
"There is this thing, I've been wanting to give you..." And with this, her expression relaxed a bit. Perhaps things weren't going to be as dreadful as she had imagined. His hand travelled to the right pocket of his pants and his long fingers started playing with the square velvet box inside.
"Yes?" She only could repeat.
Draco kneeled next to her and Pansy turned to face him fully, tears already glittering in the corner of her eyes. He took out a silk fabric handkerchief and handed it to the lady with a smirk spread across his face. Pansy took it thankful and after cleaning her eyes, looked at him fixedly again and muttered, "What... What might it be, love?"
"Pansy Louise Parkinson, would you be so kind to..." With a fast movement of his wrist the box came to view and, as he had practiced many times before, it fluttered opened in front of her. The ring was amazing, as breathe takning as she was to him when she appeared through the staircase earlier that evening. It was adorned with a square diamond which was guarded by a couple of tiny rubies on each side, the unique Malfoy design of engagement ring, Narcissa Malfoy had owned one of those and surely Lucius' mother too. " – marry me?"
The moment was perfect, the warmth of the fireplace, their gazes stucked in each other, the ring glowing with the faint light, her cheeks beautifuly flushed, his voice low and inviting... As always, it was all so perfect, almost unreal.
"Draco... Draco..."
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"Draco?"
The blond, still sitting behind his desk, growled something that she could not understand. Pansy placed a hand over his shoulder and shook him slightly until his eyes fluttered open and stared straightly at her.
"Pansy?"
"Yes, you fell asleep here, in your study." She explained patiently. He still looked like absent, like if his body was awake but his mind was still in his dreams. "Are you ok?"
Draco's blue-gray eyes rose to meet hers again. He nodded faintly but then realized he was totally lying. He was not okay at all, in any way. "Pansy... No, I..." There was a long pause, Draco did not know what he was about to do and didn't care much if it happened to be stupid. He had to stop her from doing something that would screw their lives, a second time. "Please don't leave me, again."
She did not know where this all was coming from, so a clueless expression dominated her fair face. "Pardon me?"
"Please don't leave me, I ... I'm still in love with you. I love you."
Much better. Little longer than the other chapters. I hope you all enjoyed it. Now...
xxXGodessXofXdeadXloveXxx: Lol. Being a Drama Queen is cool, isn't it? Anyway, I never said... or more like Pansy never said who exactly the father was so everything is possible, yes even Lucius is a possibility! Mwahahaha. That is so much soap-opera style! Thanks for R&R.
María: Jajaja. Bueno, bueno a ver... No os preocupéis, ya verás. En cuanto a lo de tus hermanos, te entiendo yo tengo hermanos y hermanas de treinta años y son peores que yo que sólo tengo quince… En fin, gracias por recomendar mi fanfic. Quería pedirte que me pasaras la dirección de e-mail otra vez porque no apareció bien. Es cuenta de Hotmail, de Yahoo o de qué? Bueno, thanks for R&R.
Maddudewalking: Thanks for R&R. I appreciate that you follow this story so closely.
Pansyxdraco: Loveless bastard... Lol. Anyway, I am glad you know what I mean. At least now I am not the only gril that thinks they are perfect for each other, the Ginny&Draco whole lot doesn't convince me in any way! Though I guess it is quite a cute couple... Anyway, thanks for R&R.
Claudia: No! Pansy no es eso. Perdón si colmo tu paciencia, verás que al final… Bueno todo valdrá la pena. Gracias por R&R.
Sweet as candy321: Yes, I think it is great that they love each other too. Thanks for R&R.
Now, remember you ALL: Pansy has not yet said who, for sure, the father is. Be open minded and take in all the posibilities. Anyway, I was unable to update sooner because my internet acces suddenly died... And I spent two straight weeks without it. I know, sucks, but it finally came back.That's also why I didn't have the time to send it to someonefor proof reading so if you think it is poorly written, Iam really really sorry but also glad that I could have this chappy up at last.
Lots of love from your marvelous author, Julia.