A/N: This chapter is going to be totally from the point of view of Pansy, and rather short.
Chapter 9 - Parkinson in Azkaban
Pansy was back in Akaban, but she didn't care. It was vital to her plans. She was searching for Draco's father, to tell him her plan. She knew that he knew what his son had done, and that he'd jump on the chance to make them pay.
It didn't take the former Slytherin long to find him, all the Death Eaters were in the same area. She walked up to him and whispered, "Lucius, we need to talk. About your son and the mudblood he married."
The blonde man nodded, looking around to find a private corner, motioning for her to follow once he found one. She did and when they reached it he muttered, his voice low. but showing the rage he felt, "What about them Pansy? What did you learn?", the man had helped Pansy escape, and knew she'd come back to get him, and with a plan.
Pansy smirked, "She's scared of you, old man. Scared of you coming and killing your son and everyone else she loves."
The ex-Death Eater sneered, "As the little mudblood should be. This should be fun. In a week's time we will escape this rat hold they call a prison. It's so easy to do after they got rid of the dementors. Then we will teach a lesson to my son and that little mudblood he calls a wife."
Parkinson was still smirking as she gave a quick nod of agreement, though on the inside she was slightly uneasy. Not about killing, oh no, but about the possibility of the oldest Malfoy killing the man she'd wanted to marry since she was very little. That made her sick to her stomach, she wanted to believe that the mudblood Granger had slipped him multiple love potions, but she knew it was probably unlikely, if not impossible. Draco was smarter than that, and she knew he had been beginning to have uncertainties about the Dark Lord;s cause after, no before, Voldemort had died. He'd began to have them soon after he had disarmed Dumbledore, when Snape, the traitor Snape, had killed the old man. She only knew this because of her closeness to Draco, which, admittedly, was mostly bedroom activities in broom closets and clinging on his arm where ever he went. He'd began to get annoyed at her after Dumbledore's death, and she knew he'd be gratefulto Harry for saving his life, maybe enough to begin to remove his hatred of mudbloods enough to love them and become a blood traitor? No, he couldn't have. She knew in the small, no crazy, corner of her mind that it was true love that he held for Granger, but it was small. She wanted him and she'd kill make sure he was her's. Even if it meant killing her partner in crime. and she knew it'd probably come to that, as the blonde man was pissed and felt betrayed by his son, and nothing was worse than an angry Malfoy. Even with their name in taters. But she wanted Draco, and she WOULD get him. That's what she thought anyway. She didn't know how wrong she was, and she wouldn't know it until it was all too late.