Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to him.

Note: This was written for Fire the Canon's "50 Days of Inspiration" competition using the prompt "It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves and it is not possible to find it elsewhere." -Agness Repplier

Warnings: n/a

Rating: K

Characters: Draco/Pansy, Narcissa

Word Count: 471

Draco was beginning to learn that just because he was born a Malfoy, he was not entitled to everything he had led himself to believe. Very little was truly handed to him, and even when things were, there was typically not much satisfaction. No, his life wasn't turning out how he had expected that it would. He wasn't even happy.

Although emotions were something a Malfoy should aim to control, Draco was figuring out he disagreed with that idea. This dull, monotonous existence was grating on his nerves, and he wanted something he could truly appreciate in his like for once. Not appreciate like he had once thought he appreciated the satisfaction he got from taunting Potty, the Weasel and their pet Mudblood; he wanted something that didn't have to be perfect, didn't have to be proper, but would still somehow make it so that all his efforts were worth something. Whatever he was looking for, though, it certainly wasn't this.

Once more, Pansy Parkinson sat on the loveseat, pouring over wedding books, planning out every detail with his mother while his father had disappeared into his office, leaving Draco to suffer alone at the stream of prattle from them. He had yet to even understand what they were discussing, given that he still had to propose to her, something he hadn't felt the inclination to do. As her shrill voice continued on and on, drilling through his eardrums, he realized that if he wanted whatever it was he was looking for, he never would.

"No." Draco said quite clearly, interrupting the conversation between the two women.

Narcissa nodded her head. "Well, of course, dear, if that's what you want, we don't need the chair covers. I wish you would reconsider though, it'll make everything look more elegant."

"It's not going to happen."

"Well, alright. If you insist, Draco. It is your wedding also." Narcissa turned her head away, fulling intending to resume her previous conversation with Pansy.

"Which is not going to happen." Draco reiterated, standing up in his seat.

Narcissa turned in her seat to look at her son fully, but it was Pansy who spoke. "I know you've been taking your sweet time with the proposal, but you really claim that you aren't-"

"No, I'm not. I'm done with this. More importantly, I'm done with you. I'm sure you know where the door is, so if you'll just see yourself out, we can both get on with our lives without each other," Draco finished and walked out of the room, ignoring Pansy's calls and attempts at reasoning and pleading. He wasn't sure where his life was going to lead him, but he could help get the feeling that what he had just done might have made him a tiny bit happier.