DISCLAIMER: Okay, I admit it, none of it is mine. It is all JK Rowling's. There you have it.
Author's Note: Thank you for all of your lovely reviews. Sorry that it took me so long to update. And please remember that this is Pre-HBP.
Chapter Four:
An hour out of London, the compartment door opened again. Two chubby boys waddled their way into the compartment. I was surprised when Draco didn't immediately show them out.
"Pansy, this is Crabbe and Goyle. They are going to be in Slytherin as well, and should be treated accordingly."
I wasn't stupid, I knew what this meant. It meant that Draco would use their size to his advantage and I should respect the two boys. I turned to them and smiled softly. "Hello. My name is Pansy Parkinson."
The boys just ignored me and turned to speak to Draco. Apparently they had something they just had to say. The biggest one said, "Malfoy, word is Harry Potter is on the train."
"Do you know where he is?"
"No, but I'm sure we can find him."
With that, they got up to leave the compartment. Draco turned around just before leaving and shutting the door. "You are to remain here, Pansy."
A little voice inside of me told me that this was the way my life would be. Draco would run off with his minions and tell me that I was to remain at home.
That same little voice told me that I was safest at times like that. Times when Draco couldn't watch my every movement just to find fault with it. Times when I could relax a little bit and enjoy life.
So what do I do with this little bit of time granted me? I open my handbag and pull out a book.
I know what you are thinking. I have just been granted all this freedom and I read a book. As I said earlier, you don't understand us. To do anything else would be to break a hundred rules and I am working towards my own goals. I want to get back the privilege to dress myself, and if that means I have to be "a good little girl" for a while, then so be it.
I sat there reading for about an hour before Draco came back. The look on his face could kill. Crabbe and Goyle had managed to disappear somewhere.
"If that little ass thinks he can get away with treating Draco Malfoy like that, he is seriously mistaken."
"What happened, Draco?"
"Harry Potter refused friendship from Draco Malfoy."
"But why would you want friendship from someone so obviously beneath you?"
"Shut up, Pansy. You don't know anything." Draco sneered at me. I scooted as far away from him as I could go. "Return to your original seat."
Reluctantly, I got up and sat directly across from Draco. "Do I scare you, Pansy?" Draco ask maliciously.
"Yes, Draco."
"Why is that, Pansy?"
I bit my lip nervously, not wanting to answer. If I answered, I would get in trouble. If I didn't answer, I would still get in trouble.
"Stand up, Pansy." I did as I was directed. "Now come here and sit on my lap." I nervously sat on Draco's lap, not knowing what to expect. "Now tell me, my little peach blossom, why are you scared of me?"
"I never know what to expect. I never know how you will react to what I will say. On minute your hot, the next you are cold. One minute I could say something that is perfectly acceptable to you, the next minute you could slap me for it." I said all of this softly while looking at Draco's nose.
"Ahh, and if I was more predictable, would you not be as scared?"
"That all depends."
Draco looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Depends? Depends on what?"
"Well it wouldn't be better if you were going to hit me every time I opened my mouth. That is still predictable, but definitely not in a way that is beneficial."
Draco chuckled. "You are very logical. All the same, I must insist that you stop being afraid of me. It is damn tedious to live with someone that is afraid of you."
"I will try, Draco."
"No, Pansy, you won't try. You will succeed. Now go finish reading your book. I need to think."
"Yes, Draco," I took my seat and picked up my book to continue reading.
"Pansy?"
"Yes, Draco?" He was looking at me with his brows furrowed.
"You don't weigh enough. Do your parents starve you?"
"No, Draco," I replied, slightly startled at the question. I had always been lead to believe that I was overweight, not under.
"Did you eat breakfast this morning?"
"Well, no, I didn't."
"That is unacceptable. I don't ever want to hear that you didn't eat breakfast again.
"Draco, my mother insisted upon it. If I had eaten, she would have appealed to my father."
"All the same, I must insist that you eat now. You did bring a lunch with you, right?"
"Well," I said, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, "as a matter of fact, no, I didn't."
"You weigh no more then a seven year old child. I am guessing that your parents limit you to one or two meals a day. Am I correct?"
"Yes. Generally I am allowed to have a piece of toast at breakfast and dinner at night."
"You will be ending that habit now. I found the lady with the trolley while searching for Potter. You will eat everything in this sack, or deal with the consequences. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Draco." I take the sack from him and start to munch on the goodies inside, most of them I had never eaten.
Draco simply muttered, "Two meals a day, indeed" and went back to his thinking.
Author's Note: I will try to have the next chapter up much sooner. Thank you for your patience. In the next chapter, they will arrive at Hogwarts.