Author's Note: This is Pre-HBP. Yes I have read it, but I wrote the first few chapters before it came out, so I have decided to keep it pre-HBP.

Chapter Two

September 1st began bright and early. The first rays of sun barley sprinkling my pink silk covers when my mother enter my room to wake me up.

"Today, Pansy, you must look perfect. A make up wizard, hair stylist wizard, and skin perfectionist wizard are all here to fix you up. You have to look perfect for Draco. First impressions are always the most important. You are naturally a very lovely girl, but a little help never hurt. If Draco decides to hate you from the state, if you do something wrong, he will make your life terrible. If you impress him, though, and get him to fall for you, your life will be set; will be perfect. Please, Pansy, I beg you, do not mess this up. Don't let your tongue slip. Think before you speak."

And with that, mother opened the door to let all the specialist in. I must say that when all is said and done, I look perfect. I look like a delicate little flower that needs to be looked after.

I had decided during my mothers little speech that I would be careful, after all, whether I liked it or not, in five years, I was to be married. I do want to be happy the rest of my life, and if that meant a little pain for a little while, then so be it.

I went down to breakfast, knowing all the while that I wouldn't be allowed to eat any of it. I just had to go down because then father could tell me what I should, and should not do, and what would happen if I should disappoint him while at school.

As I walked into the breakfast room and past my mother's chair, she hissed at me, "No breakfast or else." I didn't even bother asking what would happen if I did eat. I knew she would appeal to my father, who would pull out the thick wooden paddle and give me a good beating.

"Good morning, Mother. Good morning, Father." I said as I took my seat. I gave them my nicest smile, as if to say, 'don't worry about a thing, I won't mess up.'

"Pansy, you look beautiful this morning," my father started. "Today is an important day. We will be meeting the Malfoy's at the train station and then you and Draco are to sit together for the duration of the trip. If Draco does get up, you are to ask if he wishes you to join him. If yes, then follow, but don't ask any question. If not, then you are to remain in the compartment. Do I make myself clear, Pansy?"

"Yes, sir. I won't mess up," I replied.

"Then you will be sorted into Slytherin and will sit next to Draco. If Draco asks you to do something this year, do it, no questions asked. Don't talk excessively. If you mess up, Pansy, you will have me to reckon with during vacation. You know that won't be pleasant, and you know I will find out. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then have a good term. See you at Christmas vacation," he said as he got up and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Then he left the room.

My mother, always quick to follow my father, got up, kissed my cheek, and said, "Have a good term, make good marks, win Draco, and write often."

"Yes, Mother. See you at vacation." I said to her back as she walked out of the room.

I was alone. I had two hours before we were to go to the station to meet the Malfoys. My bags had been packed, the person was fixed. Everything was done. I decided to go quickly to my room and pack my secret box before I was caught.

It was a wooden box that Mrs. Malfoy had given me on my tenth birthday. She said that every girl needs a place to hide away her secrets. The box would only open with the engagement ring I worse on my ring finger on my left hand. Engraved on the inside of the box is the saying:

If it makes you happy

It can't be that bad

If it makes you happy

Then why are you so sad.

On the top was my name, well sort of. It said Pansy Malfoy. I suppose that would be me.

I took the box from under the loose floorboard in my room. Mother didn't even know the box existed. I wasn't sure how she would react to seeing 'Pansy Malfoy' on it. I mean, we aren't even married yet. My mother gets really emotional about things like this.

By the time I had packed the box, closed my trunk. Repacked my handbag, making sure my wand was handy, walked downstairs, and got to the lobby, it was time to go.

Author's Note: I hope that you enjoyed it. Please review. Thank you for your time.