Author's Note: This is Pre-HBP. Thank you for reading my story.
Chapter Three
Mother, father, and I arrived at the station and went directly to Platform 9 ¾. We were ten minutes early, but already mother was worried we had kept the Malfoys' waiting.
As it turned out, the Malfoys' had arrived just shortly before us. I knew it was the Malfoys' because Lucius and Narcissa had come to our house for dinner often, but they never brought their son with them.
I looked at the boy I realized must be my fiancé. He had blonde hair, ice blue eyes, pale skin, and stood about half a foot taller then me. He stood there, next to his father, with his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face.
"Pansy, so nice to see you again," Lucius said, smiling down at me. "This is my son, Draco. Draco, this is Pansy Parkinson."
"Hello," I said softly, with a small smile.
"Nice to meet you, Pansy," Draco replied. "Come, I will show you the way to the compartment," and stated off towards the train.
Before following him, I looked back at my mother and father. "Good bye, Mother. Good bye, Father. Lucius, Narcissa, it was nice to see you again." Then I walked away, following my fiancé who had stopped and looked back upon realizing that I hadn't immediately followed right after.
As soon as we got to the compartment, he rounded on my. "Your disobedience will have to go before the wedding."
I backed away from him, as far away as I could get. "Sorry. I didn't want to seem rude to your mother and father. I didn't think you would mind so much. Next time I will think better on the situation."
"Next time, you will only get away with it if it is to be polite to my parents. Now sit down and try not to be annoying," Draco said as he sat down and pulled out a Quidditch magazine.
"Yes, Draco." I sat down across from him and looked out at the 'normal' families on the platform. Suddenly I remembered something. "Oops." I say, and then bite my lip nervously while looking at Draco.
"Yes?" he said, with a bit of impatience.
"I…I forgot my trunk on the platform."
Draco sighs and gets up. "I will get it. You are to remain here, where you are, and you are in no way allowed to let anyone else into this compartment, unless it is one of our parents or a teacher. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Draco." I say softly while looking down at my hands.
Draco reaches for my chin, pulls it up, and slaps me once across the face. "Look at me when I am speaking to you, or when you are speaking to me. Do you understand that, Pansy?"
"Yes."
Draco raised an eyebrow at me, "Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir," I say softly. Draco released my chin and smiled at me.
"We will talk about your behavior when I return. Until then, mind what I told you." And with those words, he left the compartment.
After he had left, I pulled a mirror out of my purse and looked at the red hand mark on my face. 'I will have to be more careful.' I think to myself, just before I put away my mirror and returned to looking out the window.
I watch as Draco walks up to our parents. I watch in horror as my father glances angrily at the window, and Lucius laughs in good humor. I get especially nervous when I notice my father start to walk towards the train.
Moments later, my father walks into the compartment, closing the door behind him, and puts a silencing spell up. I know when he does that I am in big trouble. He then closes the curtains on the window. "Get up and prepare yourself," he orders. I know what this means. It means that I have to pull down my knickers and expose my bum so that the beating will hurt more.
I do what he says as swiftly as possible. Once my bum is bare, I rest my elbows on the seat in front of me and brace myself. And then the blows come; 50 hard blows with his open palm.
Once he had finished, he pulled me up, and said in an angry voice, "Let that serve as a reminder to you next time. Do something like this again, and the beating you will receive when you return home for holiday will be much worse."
I pulled my knickers back up and straightened my dress, tears following down my cheeks. My father just walks out of the compartment without a backwards glance.
Half a minute later, Draco comes in carrying my trunk. He smiles evilly at my tears, taking obvious delight in my pain. He closes the door and puts my trunk up.
"Sit, Pansy. We have a lot to talk about." I lower myself slowly onto the seat not taking my eyes off my fiancé. "Is this an act of rebellion, Pansy?"
"No, Draco. It is an act of pain."
"If you had behaved you wouldn't be in this pain, would you, Pansy?"
"No, Draco."
"Now we need to set some rules that you will be expected to follow. You are to respect me, and anyone else I deem worthy of respect, the rest you can deal with as you see fit, unless I tell you otherwise. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Hmm, your response brings me to the next rule. One word answers have a hint of defiance in them. Unless it is a yes or no answer, you will for a complete sentence. When it is 'yes' or 'no,' you will include 'Draco' when we are just talking or 'sir' when I am angry with you, or you are being punished. Do you understand that, Pansy?"
"Yes, Draco."
"And finally, you are to submit to me in whatever I ask or tell you. That is all for right now. Do you understand what I expect of you?"
"I understand, Draco."
"Now, about your behavior a little while ago, it was rude and disrespectful. If you do something of that nature again, you will be severely punished. And I did bring tools to punish you with. I would hate to hurt something as delicate as you, but I will if it is necessary to the growth of your obedience. Don't tempt me, Pansy. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Tell me why you used 'sir' in this circumstance."
"I figured that was part of my punishment for being rude and disrespectful to you."
"You are a bright girl, Pansy. Make sure you use your brain more in the future, when you are speaking to me. You were right about how to address me this time. We are through with this conversation." With that, he picked up his quidditch magazine and sat down.
"Umm, Draco, sorry to interrupt, but do you mind if I open the curtains?"
"That does remind me of one other thing I wished to speak to you about. You are not allowed to do any manual labor except for the following. You may feed yourself, wash yourself, go to the restroom yourself, do your homework, and read a book."
"What about getting dressed myself, Draco, you forgot that?"
"I did no such thing. Dressing yourself is a privilege that you have not yet earned. I will pick out your clothes and dress you. You may fix your hair, and put on your make up, but aside from the things I listed, you are to do nothing. So to answer your question, no you may not open the curtains, but I will. Do you understand this rule?"
Pansy furrowed her brows and answered, "Yes, Draco, I understand."
Author's Note: In all of my fics, I make Draco out to be an egotistical prat at the beginning. He will get better as the story continues. Thank you for reading, and please review. Thank you so much for your time.