Chapter Seven
Stories from my Favorite Books
Pansy was looking a bit plump. Her stomach had rounded slightly. It wasn't terribly noticible but if you had heard of the rumor, you were sure to notice.
Draco stalked up and stood opposite her. She looked up from the book she was reading and paled. She started to rise but Draco waved her down with a smile. There was nothing pleasant about his smile.
"Hello Parkinson."
Pansy glanced around quickly for an avenue of retreat. Seeing there was none that did not lead her past the blonde boy, she dropped her hands to her bag, fumbling for her wand. Draco lifted one hand, twirling the slim Oak wand with the Parkinson family chrest engraved on the handle.
"Now that I have your attention." He purred.
Pansy shivered. "What do you want?"
"Why are you lying?"
"I'm not!" She protested.
Draco continued to smile, his grey eyes flashing dangerously. "Bad move. You were supposed to ask what you were lying about."
Pansy flushed.
"But no matter. I think we both know."
He leaned over the table. "Stop pretending. End it right here and now."
"I won't!"
He smirked. "I won't? Not I can't. So you aren't pregnant."
She flushed again. "Am too!"
He eyed her with obvious disgust. "Pansy, if you're pregnant, I'll teach the Sorting Hat to tell a trollop from a virgin. Not that it would be particularly hard in your case."
She rose defiantly. "Fuck you."
"Why are you really doing this, Parkinson?"
She smirked down at him. "I will be Mrs Malfoy if I have to kill to get there."
Draco leaned back in his chair. "I would never allow it."
"If I'm pregnant with your child, I don't see how you can avoid it."
"Ah! So that's the reason."
Pansy snatched her wand back and trounced out of the Library. Draco continued to lounge in the chair, thinking. He was going to need help. He looked up and a familiar face caught his eye. He smiled. Oh, yes, she would do.
(A/N: I can finally post this one! Ave says she's finally ready to start posting again.