January Event: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson [Medium Pairing]
Gringotts: Draco/Pansy [Draco - Pairings], Protested [Instead of Said], Proclaimed [Instead of Said], Interjected [Instead of Said], Denied [Instead of Said], Cried [Instead of Said], Drawled [Instead of Said], Pointed Out [Instead of Said]
Chocolate Frog Card: (Bronze) Cantankerus Nott: Challenge: Reference to the "Sacred Twenty Eight" in your story.
"Father, I don't understand why we're having this discussion," Draco protested. "I love Pansy and I'm going to marry her. She's of good blood, part of the Sacred Twenty Eight and she's incredible and she's beautiful and she has power unlike some of those weak women and she's-"
"And she's perfect?" Lucius guessed, interrupting his son with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, you've mentioned that."
"So, why are we here, talking about this?"
"Because only days before the first discussion, you declared your hatred for the girl and now I find that only two weeks afterwards, that girl is to be my daughter-in-law? Call me paranoid but it doesn't feel right."
"It does feel right," Draco proclaimed, a huge grin spreading across his face. "I love her."
Lucius and Narcissa exchanged a look.
"Draco, honey," Pansy called out once she returned back to their now shared apartment. Draco had practically begged her to move in after just one kiss; she smiled smugly. "I brought you a drink."
"Thanks, love," he answered and she followed the sound of his voice into the living room where he was sitting with his parents.
"Oh," she gasped. "I didn't know we had guests." She looked uncomfortable as the two adults stared at her with a gaze that said they were onto her. She'd save the drink for later. "Hello, Mr Malfoy, Mrs Malfoy."
"Hello Miss Parkinson," they replied coolly.
"Soon to be Malfoy," Draco interjected but that just added to the tension that he couldn't see. "Pans, can I have my drink please? I love your gifts."
"Oh, but I haven't brought enough to share."
"Don't worry about us," Lucius spoke, waving her off. Pansy smiled weakly before giving Draco the bottle. He opened it and sighed with happiness.
"I don't know what they put in these drinks but they're incredible. They smell like Pansy and they just make me realise how much I love her." Pansy paled when Narcissa's eyes widened and she lurched forward, snatching the bottle from her son and taking a sniff.
"Love potion," she breathed, glaring at the girl. "You've been poisoning my son!"
"No!" Draco denied, shaking his head. "Pansy wouldn't do something like that to me, would you?" He looked at her but she quivered under the deathly stares of his parents and the evidence in their hands. She remained silent. "You did? But… but I love you! Pansy, I love you so much! Why would you do this to me?"
She clenched her eyes shut when she felt Lucius grab onto her upper arm to stop her from escaping. She wouldn't bother anyway. She wasn't skilled enough to escape these kinds of people and hide successfully.
"That's a good question, Draco," Lucius drawled. "Why would you do this to him, Miss Parkinson?"
"I needed him to love me," she cried. "I needed to know what it was like."
"This wasn't love," Narcissa pointed out. "This was as fake as it was going to get. Even with this as an influence, it wasn't him who loved you."