MY SWEET CASSABANANA
Chapter 5
She was up an hour before she had to be, excitement was getting the best of her and she simply couldn't sleep another wink, her early rise gave her uninterrupted time in the bathroom. She began with a Jasmine scented hair-raising potion to lift her leg hairs on end. Then she opened her bottle of Mrs. Scower's Magical Waxing Kit, it was excellent mixture of Bundimun secretion, chopped daisy and leech juice the fresh scent from the daisy masked the crude odor of Bundimun secretion and leech juice; and it did wonders for leg-hair removal. She put her glasses on to double check her bikini line and she used hair removal there as well.
She rubbed the waxing lotion everywhere she didn't want hair to be and then she hopped into a steamy hot shower.
Her tummy was quivering with nervous anticipation, so once she was done with her bath she went in search of her moonstone necklace. She sprayed and misted herself with perfume. Thanks to her mother occupation and connection with so many cologne companies, she was always fortunate enough to have the newest line of any fragrance long before the original product was released. She switched scents according to the season of the year. And because it was approaching summer, her choice for this morning was a fragrance called Seaside Sexuals.
As she put back on her glasses, she wondered if Draco knew that she wore them. She thought about tucking a pair into her suitcase, then immediately decided against it. Glasses made her look too much like a nerd. Besides, she ought to be able to locate her wand in the morning without bumping into anything. Then she'd put her vision jinx on first thing in the morning.
Next she gave her hair a touch up with her brush, fluffing it out a bit for that windy fresh look she liked, and then she rechecked her make-up for the third time. Last thing was to put on her new dress, she'd chosen it after a great deal of self-debating; it was proudly on display in the window of a clothing store next to Millamant's Magic Marquee's; nine-hundred and forty-nine galleons. It was white with periwinkle blue hibiscus flowers hand sewn. The perfect color combination of it and the matching blue belt-ribbon made her look sweet. With the matching jacket she purchased at another five-hundred galleons the dressed looked very conservative. But her Draco, she knew like sweet. . .and without the jacket she wasn't even slightly conservative.
Pansy decided she would wear the jacket downstairs to breakfast, to simply get past her mother's approval in the kitchen.
"I see you're loaded and ready for departure 'eh Pansibear." Her father said when she apparrated into the kitchen.
"That's a bit much isn't it my darling?" said her mother once she caught sight of the dress she was wearing. "It's remarkable, how much did you spend on that dress."
"Oh—not much, got it on sale." She was lying, she had too, and her mother would have killed her.
"Not much! Well it surely looks like you put a small fortune into it."
"Well if you knew Draco like I do, you'd understand."
"I expect I understand now." Said her mother and she snipped off a tiny golden price tag with her wand, and handed it to her daughter after reading the price for herself. "I poured you some pumpkin juice."
"Thanks." She eyed the golden tag and her eyes followed her mother over to the stove. "Juice is probably all I'm going to have this morning, mother."
"Nonsense, I've been up all morning preparing this gateau for you and your father."
Pansy was still standing and smiled as she brought the dish to their breakfast table.
Her mother's gateau was an open faced layered dish of omelettes stacked and sandwiched together with garlic cream cheese and layered with fresh vegetables and herbs. Pansy's mother often added fresh chives and chive flowers, and topped it off with parmesan shavings. She watched her father accept several pieces of thinly sliced ham and he folded his copy of The Daily Prophet, and pushed it aside.
"A good breakfast will help to settle your stomach."
Her mother had said that very thing on so many occasions. She simply had to eat breakfast on any morning before she left for her train ride back to school; she had to eat breakfast at home before her NEWTs and her OWLs, before her first job interview at the Daily Prophet.
"Go on, sit down." said her father.
Pansy sat down and accepted her slice from the omelette gateau. The cure of a sound breakfast did pretty well, or maybe it was the calming effect of sitting across from her parents, each of them in their chairs as if today was just another normal day. Her mother began talking about the flight conditions and hoped that Pansy hadn't planned on traveling by floo in a dress that expensive. "No mother I haven't. I'm sure Draco will send for me." Pansy didn't feel like talking about the weather, because this was not a normal day for her. It was anything but that. She wanted so badly the very thing that they shared with one another.
Love, admiration, trust, a marriage built to last and nothing between heaven and earth to destroy it. Pansy listen to the sound of her mother's voice as she talked on with Nicholas and remembered that her mother use to sing around the house all the time.
"Mother, why don't you sing anymore?"
Her mother looked startled. "What? Well what in Merlin's name made you asked that question Pansibear?"
Pansy gazed off into space for a few seconds. "I don't know. The new baby I guess."
Her mother smiled so brightly the sun was no comparison. "Oh I see, and I suppose you feel the baby would love the idea of me singing around the house do you?"
"I always did."
Her mother smiled again and Nicholas leaned in to give her a kiss.
Before Pansy knew it, she had finished her slice of omelet and she hurried back to her bathroom to brush her teeth and retouch her clear lip gloss. As she lifted her pearl colored suitcase into her hand, she heard a sharp knock at their front door. Her stomach churned again, and for one crazy minute she began to wonder if this was a good idea at all.
Then she pecked out her bedroom window, saw Harry Potter standing idly on her doorstep and she screamed. She knew he was going to ruin this for her; he'd be a fool to seriously think that Draco would let him tag along on their special date. She hoped he'd thought of a way of losing him before they reached the portkey. She was hoping that he'd oversleep or something and that she and Draco ported out and sent him to a completely different location and left him waiting there without them; it's what she would have done.
Pansy slipped back into the jacket for her dress, snatched up her suitcase and dissapparated to the living room of their home. She really didn't want to deal with Harry's bad hair this morning, or his bad clothes, or his silent judgment of the situation.
By the time she appeared in the living room, she turned to see her mother and Harry Potter standing unexpectantly in the living room with her laughing.
"Okay, well mother I see your meet Mr. Potter." Pansy took a deep breath. She had an idea of what to expect from this loser. But what she hadn't expected was the lightweight suit jacket and no tie, which made him look like one of her mother campaign models from their magazines, and she hadn't expected him to be wearing those stylish sleek black trousers or for him to suddenly have complete control of his hair. She couldn't see his eyes on account of those horrible round glasses he always wore. But thanks to her mother so carefully butting in she now had to acknowledged they even shared the same color of green eyes.
Harry made the subtle move towards her and lifted her suitcase from her hands. . .
"Um Harry, I'd like you to meet my—my mother."
Harry smiled and stretched out his hand.
Oh, yes, Pansy thought. I can see just what you're up to Potter. She'd been on the delivering end of that kind of smile before and she knew what he was doing. He was trying to show up on her Draco and win her mother over. Well try all you like Harry Potter, it isn't gonna work, she can see right through you and so can I.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Parkinson."
Wow, thought her mother. So this is the famous Harry Potter. She gave him a full look over. Why, if he isn't your everyday Romeo. "Same here," she said after a brief pause "and my name is Annabelle, Annabelle Lowderseid. Parkinson was the name of my late husband. Pansy's real father; she still goes by her father's name."
"Oh." Replied Harry shocked. He had no idea. "Well I'm sorry for your loss. And yours Pansy." He gave his head a sort of gentleman's bow.
"Oh it was years ago." Said her mother then, and we've managed.
Pansy ignored the condolence. Leave it up to Poothead to ruin the introduction with something has hairbrained as that. . . . "Wow it's hard to believe you're Pansy mom. You look more like her sister."
Pansy went wide eyed at that. You're asking for it Potter! Once more, just one and I'm gonna give it to you too.. . . "Well thank you Mr. Potter. And take good care of my little Pansibear won't you." Annabelle knew her daughter hated her saying her childhood name out loud. Actually, she couldn't ever recall letting any of her friends ever hear her and Nick call her their little Pansibear.
"Oh absolutely," Harry said. "Well. . .um Pansy!. . .we'd better get going if we're going to make it there on time."
"Oh, wait one moment!" Shouted her mother and she raced through the room and went to fetch her tripod camera.
Mrs. Lowderseid snapped several pictures. Two with her daughter standing with Harry side by side and then two separate photos of each of them alone. Pansy had no idea but her mother had every intention of sending the young man's photograph over to her company for consideration as next season's model. Her winter line of new male fragrances needed a new image.
Her mother kissed her goodbye and took a step back. Harry held her suitcase in one hand and took her other into his. "Ready, Pansibear?" he whispered low enough for her ears only. He couldn't help it and she heard the laughter in his voice.
Pansy steamed and eyed him steadily she couldn't wait until she was out of range from her mother. She was going to kill him. "Ooooh you just wait Harry Potter, you just wait!"
He rolled in his lips to keep from laughing. But the look on her face didn't even hint humor. But all he could think of, was that it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard anyone call her before. "I'm . . .he coughed. . .I'm sorry. It's really a cute name. It sort of suits you." His grin begged for her to smile.
The dimple in her right cheek deepened. "Harry Potter, this is a serious matter. If you tell anyone I'll—. . ."
They vanished together.
Annebelle stood there on the pavement of their front lawn long after her and Harry disapparated. With the idea of her being escorted by someone like Harry, the chosen one, there wasn't much to fret about, but it left a heaviness on her heart all the same. Because she knew before long her little girl would be back in the claws of that retched Malfoy boy again.
She didn't like Draco. And she didn't like the way he often toyed with her baby's emotions. If Draco had a bad childhood, she was sorry for that, but it turned him into the sort of man exactly like his father had been. A man who cared only about himself and Pansy wouldn't be able to fix him. Narcissa never could.
Annabelle wasn't the type to wish a broken heart on any woman, let alone her very own daughter, but in this case she hoped Draco broke Pansy heart good and strong this time. So badly, that she'd never want to see the likes of him again. She knew her Pansibear would get over it. She was tough, like her father, tougher than most people gave her credit for. But then there weren't many people who remembered her father like she did.
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