MY SWEET CASSABANANA
Chapter 4
That night Pansy used every go-to-sleep trick she knew other than a self-stunning charm. She wrapped a lock of lavender under her pillow and took deep breaths of it until she nearly hyperventilated. Then she lay with her eyes closed and counted leaping gargoyle's like she use to do when she was little.
She imagined the whole scene, with crickets chirping, bull frogs whining, owls hooting as the wind blew and then out popped one lumpy gray monster at a time from a bed of flowers. Next she pictured herself in a swing below a Maple tree, with a circus of dancing winged little pixies prancing at her feet. But instead of drifting off to sleep, she worked up an appetite and ending up wandering downstairs for a midnight snack.
She thought about Draco, but thinking about Draco wasn't going to help her sleep. Thinking about him would only make her wonder if she'd remembered everything she wanted to take with her to Italy.
Snapping on her bedside lamp, she sat up and reached for her eyeglasses on the nightstand.
During the day she'd jinx her vision long enough to make it through a work load. The trouble with that was most of the time, jinxes, they left you with a terrible headache if they became a daily routine. Too much of anything was never good for you.
Her mother had introduced the possibility of having glasses made especially for her long before she departed for Hogwarts, and she's been wearing specks since she was at least five years old. She hated them, really hated them; also over time she became more like her mother and she was more concerned with her over-all appearance than she was about a few measly migraines. So she never let a soul know she needed corrective wear for her eye sight.
Her parents always kept a pair of glasses at home and when she returned for the holidays she was so relieved to rid herself from the discomfort of walking around with a jinx surrounding her head all day.
She threw back the sheets and climbed out of bed. Her bags sat on the floor beside her chest of drawers. She would love to take another suitcase. But then again it was like Draco said; only for one night. Deep down she knew she wanted more, but didn't want to ruin the possibility of a wonderful once in a lifetime chance to prove to him she was the witch of his dreams. She really did miss the old Draco, the boy that promised her that if she let him do it they'd get married someday and have a little girl like her. So she gave him her virginity for empty promises, as a matter of fact she gave it to him every Saturday for nearly two years. Then came her final year at Hogwarts, after the war and after everything had returned to normalcy, she was so sure they could be happy at last, start working on their dreams together the way he promised. But then that's when she began to realize that her Hogwarts sweetheart was never going to give her a ring, let alone make her a noble wizard's wife, and most definitely not his wife.
But she fought through all her pain, and all of her frustration. She found a way to forgive him in the end: They were young and there was so much going on in the world at the time; he just needed a way to release all the anger he'd been pinning up inside of himself. They were just two kids experimenting with one another and he didn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman. He never worried about really pleasing her, in fact he never worried about accidentally getting her pregnant either. That responsibility had always been left up to her.
She shuddered at the thought back then, but she had no choice, Hermione was the smartest in their year. She had to take a chance and ask for her help in creating a spell that wouldn't fail against pregnancies. Hermione kept her word, she never told anyone.
Turning off her beside lantern, she sat up on her bed in the dark and started drinking her glass of warm milk.
"I haven't seen you this excited since you were eleven and your mother and I had to take you to Hogwarts." Nick said standing in her doorway. Pansy looked up and instantly felt guilty about making so much noise down in the kitchen moments ago. She knew full and well that her parents were asleep this time of night and that Nick had to be in his office first thing in the morning.
"I'm so sorry for waking you." she said. "I'll be a little quieter next time."
"No PansiBear, it's not your fault. I couldn't sleep, either." Nick came over and sat on her bed with her. He could see reason for her mother's concern, she was still just a babe; a fully grown witch perhaps but still just a babe in both their eyes. How young she looked in her ice cream pajamas. Nick smiled and patted her knee. She was young, only twenty-two. "I hate you're upsetting your mother so about this trip you're planning to take."
Pansy sat her half-finished glass of milk on the nightstand.
"I probably shouldn't be, but I can't seem to get it out of my mind that someday you're going to change and there's not much we can do to stop it."
"That's because I will, but for the better Nick. Draco is the man for me." She sat on the bed with the only father she's known in the last thirteen years of her life. "But I hope you're not scared that I'll run off and get married and leave you to fend with a new baby all by yourself in London. I would never do that."
"Aah so your mother let you in on the good news did she?"
Pansy nodded with excitement. Nick laughed. "I know you wouldn't PansiBear." Nick reached over and squeezed his daughter's hand. "It's a bit scary bringing in a new baby. Things are still a bit on the upturn. I've no idea what the two of us could have been thinking, we almost have you raised. Times like these and most couples are seeking quiet alone time, not the entrance of a new baby into their home."
"Aren't you happy about the baby Nick?"
"Happy! I'm over joyed but we lost a great deal of sleep, many nights, in worry over you at that school of yours. I'm not so sure your mother and I can withstand another child going through what you did. That's all. But look at the young woman you've become. I think we did a fair job considering—"
"Considering nothing, Nicholas! You've done a super job. This new baby couldn't ask for a better father."
After he left Pansy flopped back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She was more than sure she was a rotten teenager. And that she nearly drove her poor parents into the Psych ward of St. Mungos. Like the one time she'd gotten into a fight in her common room or the one million times she'd gone to Draco's rescue even after he'd taken his father's path in following Deatheaters. Pansy propped herself on her elbows, resettled her glasses on her nose and looked at her manicure.
All she could think of at that moment was Draco. The curiosity of what was going to happen on their trip was killing her. She seriously hated the idea of his veela assistant, what's-her-face, coming along. It was kind of weird to think of any other woman in bed with her Draco. He was the only boy she'd ever loved and ever would love, she was starving for love so badly, she tried to sagged two super majorily hot guys at her job before but things never went as planned; she simply couldn't lie to herself like that, sleep with someone she just didn't care about and what would he say if he were to ever find out that she let another man have what she promised would always be his and only his. Four years now and she's still waiting for him to come back to her.
She was every bit of her mother's daughter. Her mother had been the same way when her father died. Women in her family have a weakness for good looking men and her real father was certainly a looker. Nicholas, not so much, but he had a good heart.
She paused. Yea, they had a weakness for good-looking men who loved you hard and then left you crying, the way her real father died and left her and her mother, years ago.
A young witch came over with his drink, Hooker over the Rim; it was one of his favorites. A lime slice hooked over the rim of the glass instead of a wedge of lime in the glass.
"Just the way you like it Draco," she said. "Frosted with rocks. We don't have any other customers. Do you mind if I sit down a minute?"
"I'd be honored sweets. . .uh." Sapphire? Cherry? For the love of Merlin he couldn't remember her name and she's only told him like nine times.
"Celestrella. Celeste." She said with a smile, and she wasn't the least insulted that he'd forgotten.
"Celeste. Thank you. I'd buy you a drink, except I don't know if you could have one while you're at work."
"I don't drink." She said
"Well in that case I insist you share one with me. We can't have you growing up all pristine and like a pansy-flower now can we."
She laughed showing off her pearly whites. "They said you were a load of laughs." She gazed at him. "How old are you Draco?"
"Twenty-three."
"Twenty-three and you don't at least wear an engagement ring to show that you're spoken for. So you're not married?"
"Nope."
"Dating anyone?"
"Nope. Not at the moment."
"What rotten luck. For her I mean."
A troll could see where this conversation was going. Draco sat at his favorite open-air bar and nursed open the thighs of the pretty little red headed cocktail waitress. They both tossed their heads back and down a gin and tonic Caribbean mix while he enjoyed the waves roll in on a Waikiki Beach. The moon was shining on the waters and her tits were like melons ripe and ready for his touch. It was a picture perfect scene in his book. She was a bit young, sixteen maybe seventeen, but she had to learn the ropes sooner or later and he had no problem with teaching them to her.
"No sweetheart I'm not married, had my poor heart broken and so many dangers in my past I just don't feel I can trust anyone in my life right now. But if I ever decide to marry I really hope she's as beautiful as you are tonight. We'd fall deeply in love; perhaps have a little girl that looks exactly like you."
"Last call, Mr. Malfoy," said the bartender. The wizard dimmed the lights behind the bar and frowned. He knew the girl, she was a local on the island and too young for the likes of a man like Draco. But she wasn't his daughter so he had no business putting his nose in.
"Then hit me again. I feel abstinence creeping up on me; and we can't have that now can we?" He looked over at the girl and the young witch giggled at his joke.
"I'll hit you alright, you filthy piece of—"
"What was that Matt?" Draco asked the Bartender, sure he heard the wizard whispering something smartass under his breath again.
"Er-nothing Mr. Malfoy—just checking on my whiskey supply."
"Riiight. . . ." Draco said. Then he turned his attention back to the young waitress. He looked at the red-head again. Leaned back in his chair and studied her. Smooth unlined face, red little ringlets down to her shoulders, perky tits, small waist and that fuck-me-anyway-you-want-killer-tight-young-ass!
She really knew how to hurt a guy.
"Listen sweetheart, there's an advantage to being that special woman to a man like me. You see that big house up there on the hill? Well, I own an apartment there. It's a part of a business arrangement, walking distance from this little bar of yours, so I could set you up there for as long as you like, you can work or not work, drink yourself silly each day and not have to worry about a thing until I made it home."
She braced her chin on her hand.
"Thing is, I can't imagine what a beautiful young witch like you, what she'd find interesting in a loner like me."
She laughed again.
It was a particularly good offer for a girl like her and Draco knew it. He hadn't come up with any other way of spending his evening, so she could fill the gap for the time being; until his arrangements with Harry in the morning. Tonight though he was feeling particularly gloomy. He was getting a little tired of the way he often ran through women, but they made it so bloody easy. It wasn't like he was twisting anyone's arm. Any woman in her right mind already knew his history and they were always free to turn him down. It was the money they craved, not him.
When his little game of Catch-Me-If-You-Can started it was new, really exciting. He and Zabini were like two kids in the candy store. Truth was the game had worn thin. Draco had worn thin. Zabini cashed in and fell for a Swedish model, got married, became a happy dad. And well without his partner in crime; this little game that quickly became his life wasn't so amusing anymore. Half the times he had no idea who he woke up with from one day to the next.
Unfortunately he was currently in Hawaii, bored, with nothing to do and nowhere to go. He really liked the girl and he'd like her even more if she'd stripped naked for him and fucked his misery into absolute oblivion.
The bartender forced to keep his lips shut as Draco unleashed an entire fantasy of lies on the young woman. It wouldn't make much difference what he said. The girl was a new hire but she wasn't that brand new, the other cocktail waitresses had filled her on the likes of Draco Malfoy. So it wasn't has if she was going in blind, thought the bartender to himself, she knew full and well what she was asking for.
The bartender wiped down the rest of his countertop in silence. "Draco, kid you sure know how to pick'em, because not one of 'em has turned your slimey arse down yet. Not even my own fucking whore of an ex-wife."
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