A/N: Since I don't know much about them, I took the liberty of creating my own names for Pansy's parents.

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The Parkinsons prided themselves on being the epitome of polite society. They moved in the same circles as The Malfoys, though not as popular as them, sometimes even going as far as to try and usurp Narcissa's power over the other important social families. To say they were highly ambitious was an understatement.

So when one of her servants told her that Lady Malfoy was waiting in her very own parlor to see her, Iris Parkinson thought it was a sign of Fate.

She waited the required thirty minutes before making herself known to her guest.

"Lady Malfoy, this is a surprise, to say the least." Iris smiled, sitting across from the woman.

"Lady Parkinson, I wouldn't have come if I didn't think this matter required some delicacy." Narcissa replied in a cool tone.

"Oh?" Iris wondered, carefully keeping her expression bland.

"This concerns your daughter and my son."

"Oh, you wished to discuss their betrothal?"

"Among other things, but that was the most important one."

"I was thinking along the lines of a spring wedding. Pansy so hates summer. It does strange things to her complexion." Iris nattered on. Narcissa rolled her eyes in disgust, now knowing where Pansy came by her blatant stupidity.

"Lady Parkinson, have you spoken to your husband as of late?" Narcissa interrupted the woman.

"No, I haven't actually. Aidan has been in and out for meetings or some such nonsense. I've hardly spoken two words to the man in the last two weeks." She waved her hand about as if the whole thing were inconsequential.

"Surely, Madame, you have heard the news that my son is no longer available to marry your daughter?"

That made Iris stop and stare, eyes wide with shock.

"What?"

"Tis true. My son is no longer free to marry your daughter, and I must say I'm very glad of it."

"How dare you!" Iris screeched, her face purple with indignation. "There was a betrothal contract signed between my husband and yours! And you dare go back on it now? To what purpose?"

"True, there was a contract between our families, but if you had bothered to read through it thoroughly, as I'm sure your husband can attest to, it stated that if my husband, as head of the family, becomes indisposed through nefarious means, including death, the contract will no longer be valid." Narcissa grinned with malicious glee.

Iris's face had gone the most unbecoming shade of puce and she stood up, trembling with rage.

"You lie! What would you gain from maligning my family like that?"

"Your daughter is an evil, spoiled child and I want nothing to do with her."

"You bitch!" Iris screamed, reaching her hands toward Narcissa's face.

"What is going on in here?" came a masculine voice from the doors. Both women paused to the see patriarch of the family standing in the door, staring at his wife in shock.

"Aidan, this evil woman just told me that our Pansy is no longer betrothed to the Malfoy Heir! Tell her it's not true!" Iris shouted. Aidan took a deep breath, keeping his gaze on his wife.

"It is true, love." Aidan replied. He watched the woman's face fall.

"No. It can't be!"

"When we made the betrothal, Lucius was under the impression that Draco did not want it, so I gave him the option of canceling it at a later date and time. It was Lucius who came up with the additional clause. And I agreed to it."

"B-But why?"

"Because Pansy does not deserve that young man. She has no right to him. And it's your fault she's so bloody spoiled. Why the hell do you think I sent her to the Nuns in France?"

"I thought it was a holiday?"

"No, Iris. I sent her there so she could learn that she can't treat people like her personal property. I see that lesson didn't hold." he scowled, seeing his daughter slink into the room.

"You've ruined my life! Do you know that?" Pansy yelled.

"No, my darling daughter. You did that all on your own."

"I hate you." she scowled.

"Good. Makes it easier for me to send you back to the Nuns. You are to be packed and ready to leave by tomorrow morning. And this time, I'm cutting off your funds so you will have no choice but to stay there."

"Father, no!"

"Aidan!"

"My word is final." Aidan Parkinson scowled, silencing both women. He turned to look at Narcissa. "Lady Malfoy, please give Draco my congratulations on his marriage. I've seen young Master Potter and he seems the perfect young man for your son."

"Thank you, Lord Parkinson. I will pass along your message." Narcissa smiled, getting to her feet.

"Please, let me escort you to your carriage." he smiled, presenting his arm for her to take. With a last withering scowl at his daughter and wife, he swept the Malfoy Matriarch from the room.

"Did he just say what I think he did?" Iris gaped.

"Yes, Mother. Lord Malfoy is gay." Pansy scowled, not caring in the slightest when her mother promptly fainted.

So help me, God, I will get you Draco Malfoy and your whore will suffer for your abuse. Pansy scowled.

She quickly grabbed her shawl and reticule and left the house. She had plans to make and not a lot of time to make them in.

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A/N #2: Sorry this one is short...but I don't want to give too much away just yet. But I think you see where I'm going...sort of.