"Oh Draco, I love you so much," Pansy's voice cooed, filling the lovely scene around them. The crisp spring scents danced around the happy couple as they lay in a bed of flowers, looking up at the clear blue sky. Small blades of grass caressed their sides as their hair gently mixed with the breeze.
"Pansy," Draco whispered, his voice suddenly growing intimate and formal as he grasped her small hand inside of his, propping himself up on an elbow. Pansy looked straight into his suddenly warm eyes, feeling her stomach flutter in anticipation.
"I—will you marry me, my love?" His question came simply and beautifully, sending waves of warmth into Pansy with an unimaginable intensity. As Pansy fought a battle against her heavy lips to form words, Draco slowly let go with one of his hands, drawing out a small golden box from the pocket of his jeans.
"Yes, Draco, yes!" Pansy finally was able to shout, tears of joy forming along the rims of dark eyelashes and cascading down her milky cheeks.
…then, suddenly, her location changed, sending her relaxed form into the Head's common room in Hogwarts. A crackling fire was thrust in front of Pansy's face, the remains of her Death Eater notice wilting and burning into ash. Her letter, however, was not the only thing melting into ashes. The small golden box, containing the ring Draco was about to propose with, was also inflamed.
Disappearing.
Dying.
(A/N eegads! hah)
"NO!" Pansy's heart leaped out of her chest as she shot up, voice dripping with desperation. Her feet were suddenly entangled in a pink bed sheet as she tried to jump up from her laying position; resulting in Pansy's face instantly connecting with a carpeted floor.
Ah. It had only been a dream… yet the fiction touch of it didn't brighten Pansy's spirits, seeing as it'd been a realistic dream for one in Pansy's situation.
Pansy ran her delicate hand up to her throbbing head, pathetically looking around the small guest room Narcissa had grudgingly let her stay the night in. She kicked her feet out of the deadly sheet and positioned her night gown to a more modest position, taking a deep breath and standing up.
Pansy Parkinson was an extremely goal oriented person. Students at Hogwarts, especially those that were not in the Slytherin house, often mistook this character trait of hers as something else entirely. If Pansy set her mind on attaining something she felt she deserved, then there was nothing in the world that could stop her from getting thus mentioned item (or in this case, person).
For instance: The week before OWLS, Millicent Bullstrode had waltzed up to Pansy and blatantly told her (and anyone in hearing range) that there was no chance in hell that Pansy would be able to graduate with their class, seeing as she hadn't been studying for her exams like most of the students had.
In Pansy's defense, she had studied a little, but mostly had been wrapped up in her own family drama to worry too much about Hogwarts. After all, she'd grown up being taught that all she really needed was to marry a wealthy man to live a happy life… so what was the point in wasting time on making good marks?
But once Millicent had opened her large ugly mouth, Pansy's mind instantly altered it's goals for the next week; operation Obsess-Over-Pissing-Millie-Off, as Draco had bitterly called it when Pansy started ditching him for study sessions in the library.
It had been a quite comical turn of character, honestly. First years would grow paranoid that Pansy was planning some sort of evil conspiracy when they caught sight of her behind piles of books late at night in the library. Even Professor Snape had stopped the Slytherin Princess after class one evening, concern filling his usually impassive gaze. Snape had insisted on running a few anti hex curses upon Pansy, to make sure she hadn't fallen victim to a house rivalry prank.
Spooking little children and angering her boyfriend weren't the only things achieved from the random burst of academics, however. When her Hogwarts notice had arrived that summer, the very first person to receive word on the 5 Outstandings she'd received, of course, had been good old Millie.
It had been quite irrational for Millicent to envision that someone in such high society as Pansy Parkinson would not be able to pass the exams, let alone make such high marks. But of course, very few people realized just how prideful and determined the Slytherin Princess could be, once faced with a challenge.
Back in the Malfoy Manor, in the present time, Pansy sighed softly, her eyes trailing the large beautifully sculptured mirror across from her pink bed. Staring back at her was an angelic figure, seeming slightly misplaced and confused. Pansy's bare feet padded softly against the carpet as she drew closer to the mirror, fixated upon the sight of herself, as if she'd only just now noticed how much she'd changed in the past summer.
In a final attempt to win Draco's heart back from their most recent 'break', Pansy had resorted the very most extreme: she'd gone to her mother for help.
Now, Pansy's mother was a very nice woman, and she, unlike Narcissa, was never afraid to show affection. But, unlike most mother-daughter relationships, Pansy always knew that she'd never live up to her mother's beauty or grace – not that she was bitter about it, one grew to accept such things as a fact.
Naturally, Pansy's mother's immediate response had been a make-over. Not a lipstick and blush kind of make-over, though. Oh no, Violet Parkinson was never one to let her daughter leave the house in anything but the finest. Pansy had her hair professionally cut, her nose magically fixed, and had been given heaps of spells to give her more appealing curves and make her hair shimmer when she walked.
Needless to say, when Pansy had entered the Malfoy Manor the next day, she was no longer a single woman: for Draco was a very shallow being.
But, why would someone desire such a ignorant boy so shamelessly, if he didn't even love her for her personality? Well, that was quite easy to answer, and had very much to do with the OWLS test she'd studied for to vex Millicent.
Pansy was 6 years old when she'd first clambered into the Malfoy Manor. Her hair had been curled and tied neatly with ribbons, and she wore a frilly red dress with matching Mary-Janes. Her tiny gloved hand had been carefully held in her beautiful mother's as the house elf had escorted them to the main room. Pansy could still remember the feeling of excitement at all of the pretty statues and odd creatures running about and asking for their coats.
But this excitement was no measure to the feeling that wafted into the 6 year old as the Malfoy's entered the room. Now, no one has ever claimed that this feeling that had taken over the small girl's mind was something akin to love. No, it was definitely nothing like the warm twittery feeling you read about in most story books. Yet, regardless of what this emotion was, Pansy felt it race through her veins at the site of a boy her age, his hands held by a menacing older man and a lovely blonde female.
"Good Evening, Violet, you look stunning as usual," the adults blathered on, as they always seemed to do.
But Pansy's focus was still upon the small blonde boy, who at the time was occupied by stealthily tripping as many House Elves as possible, without his mother seeing and scolding him. He honestly wasn't any different from any other boys Pansy had been made acquaintance with, and wasn't any more handsome than Blaise Zabini had been—not to mention, this new boy was much less polite. And yet, there was a lingering feeling, as her large brown eyes watched him innocently.
Thus started a very long standing game for the Slytherin Girl. Draco Malfoy was a challenge… No, Draco Malfoy was her challenge, and she found that nothing in the world could hold her back from what she desired; not even Draco Malfoy himself.
A soft tapping noise broke Pansy's long lasting fixation upon the image of the mirror.
"Honey," came the strained voice of her mother, muffled by the door, "We need to talk. Are you decent?"
Pansy sighed softly, picking up her wand, "I'll only be a moment," before uttering a few of the spells she'd been taught to make herself look appealing. This was Pansy's vain attempt to brighter her mother's rightfully sour mood, "Alright."
Before Pansy's mother's high heeled foot had barely touched upon the pink carpet when Pansy felt herself fleetingly say, "You know I didn't mean to cause all of this trouble! I was just scared! We were all scared, mommy. You know I would never ever purposely anger the Dark Lord-"
Violet Parkinson rose a polished hand to silence her daughter, shaking her head sadly.
"Regardless of your intentions, dear, you're now a walking target. You can't stay here."
Pansy clenched her pale fists, falling back into a sitting position onto her bed. What on earth had she gotten herself into? Where would her parents be forced to send her to? Perhaps the darkest parks of Greenland, or even go as far as sending her to a country that had no wizards to pose a threat to her?
"But," Pansy sight softly, pulling her black hair through her hands and looking up at her mother with wide eyes, "Where will I go?"
Violet closed her eyes for a moment, apparently soaking in all of the courage she possessed before replying with vigor, "America."
A/N
This took me like a week to write. Because I was so bussyyy.
Heh... Saying I've been busy makes me feel important. :)
Anyhoo.. Yeah. So like, review!
To clear up a few things;
Yes, I realize that it's really cliche to make her move to America.
...But.. That's where I live. And it'd be really hard to make 'Muggle Jokes' and such about a country that I don't live in.
Making it in America will give it more dry humor.
Which is a good thing, trust me. :)
Muchas love;
padfoot.