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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 19, 2007 19:04:35 GMT -5
Draco stood by the tower top window of his dorm room, staring out into the summer evening. He sighed softly, it seemed his life had come to a standstill.
His classes had become nothing but a blur in everyday life,
the shadows which haunted the halls of the palace had long since gone into hiding, leaving him with nothing to occupy his troubled mind.
He fiddled absently with a string of obsidian beads, the soft glow from the fire reflected upon their surface. On nothing more than a momentary whim, he decided to go for a walk.
Swiftly snatching his coat from its hook by the window, he threw it around him, and in one fluid movement, was across his shoulders.
Pushing the sleeves up to his elbows, he began to run downstairs toward the grounds.
After a few minutes he found himself in the Courtyard. Sighing heavily, the young Malfoy sat on one of the benches. Now all he needed was someone to torment... or love. |
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 19, 2007 20:34:58 GMT -5
Pansy brushed her hair behind her ears. It was a devestating morning after finding out that her grandfather had passed. She sighed and spotted Draco. Her heart felt light and she walked over to where he was. She reached out a hand and stroked his blonde hair. "Goodmorning Draco," she said in the fakest voice. Anybody could tell she had been crying by the way her eyes were blood red. She sighed and sat down on a bench beside where he stood, motioning for him to sit. Her black owl, Flame, flew out beside her and perched on her shoulder. She stroked his velvety, black head and looked at her love.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 19, 2007 20:51:40 GMT -5
Draco grinned as Pansy walked over to him and stroked his hair. "Good morning Draco." Her voice didn't sound real. He looked at her as she motioned for him to sit. He did, as her owl perched on her shoulder. He sighed.
"What's wrong with you?" The boy said looking into her dark eyes. She was usually much happier than she was now. Not to mention her eyes were deep red.
He pulled his wand out of his robe pocket and flicked it in front of himself. A large green apple appeared. After taking a bite he finished, "You're not acting normal." |
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 19, 2007 20:55:16 GMT -5
"My..grandfather died. And so I was absent yesterday. I went to Charms class to work on my homework and Potter came in asking why I was there. He was just, ugh. I want to hex him so badly," she cried. She leaned against Draco's shoulder looking up at his gorgeous eyes as he ate his green apple. She sighed heavily and thought about him. "Draco, I love you." she said. The first time those words poured out of her mouth was now. She looked at him.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 19, 2007 21:15:43 GMT -5
He bit his tongue as she told her story. He had wondered why she hadn't been in class all day. Stupid Potter. How dare he speak to a pure blood like that? He would of hexed him. Pansy leaned against his shoulder and they looked into each others eyes for a moment. Things were quiet. He liked it just like that.
Draco took a few more bites as she spoke. "Draco, I love you." He almost spit his apple out. He had only ever heard those words from his mother before. And frankly most of the time he wasn't completely sure she meant it. But she did, and so did Pansy.
He looked down at her with a blank expression. If she meant it for him, he meant it for her. "I love you too Pansy." |
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 19, 2007 21:29:39 GMT -5
Pansy smiled looking renewed. She still sighed however and stayed against his shoulder. She giggled and reached up to stroke his blonde hair. "I hate Potter. I ought to get him kicked off the quidditch team," she said coldly.
Her eyes wandered around for a while and they landed on a pair of first year boys in Gryffindor. The two were talking about Potter's last game. She rolled her eyes and turned back to her owl and Draco. She wondered to herself, how her grandfather died and nobody knew about him.
Pansy sat up as one of the teachers walked by. She stroked her owl's head as well. She let the owl go and he fluttered away. Pansy turned to Draco. "What have you been up to lately?" she asked him. Her melodious tone drifting. It was completey known that Pansy's spirit returned. It was also quite strange this year how different she looked. Despite her regular short hair, it was longer now and in loose waves.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 20, 2007 20:19:37 GMT -5
He smirked as she stoked his hair. "I don't even know why they let him on the team so early... because he's the 'boy who lived'. Psh." He followed her eyes to the two first years. Stupid eleven year olds. What do they know anyway? He thought, crossing his arms as a professor walked by. He turned to her as she spoke, "What have you been up to lately?"
"Nothing." He took a bite of his apple, wondering what exactly had happened to her grandfather. He knew that Pansy was pure blood, but he really didn't know much about her parents. Or grandparents for that matter. Draco turned to her remembering something. "Did I see you with that mud blood Granger walking out of the Girls room?" |
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 20, 2007 21:09:13 GMT -5
"Nothing eh?" she said curtly. She pushed back another strand of her delicate, black hair. She stared as the two first years left. She snapped back to hear what Draco was talking about. "Hermoine? Just told her to tell Potter that he was going to pay since I couldn't exactly find Potter anywhere," she said with a smirk.
Her dark eyes lingered for a bit before looking back at Draco. Her heart felt light. She had waited three years to tell Draco that she loved him, and now she had him. She smiled at the thought. She spotted her black owl in the sky, swooping down towards them with a letter. Pansy took the letter and patted the owl, who flew away after a few moments. Pansy's dark eyes scanned the letter and she threw it in the rubbish bin beside her. "Ugh, I am not going back to my grandmother's house for the break," she said. She rolled her eyes and sat straight.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 22, 2007 19:53:27 GMT -5
"Hm. You were..." He smirked, looking down at the grass. He looked back up as the owl swooped down with the letter and Pansy read it. He threw his apple into the bin where she had quickly put the letter, and crossed his arms. "What then you going home? I think I will. Father says the house elves have fixed up a few new rooms if you want to come over. We really have noting to do. I might just practice my quidditch. Not that I need it..." He trailed off. [/color] |
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 22, 2007 20:01:58 GMT -5
Pansy smiled. "Of course I'd love to come over and no you don't need to practice," she said, stroking his blonde hair. Her dark eyes looked lovingly into Draco's. She sighed still listening to the first years rambling on. She picked up a rock off the ground near her. She chucked the pebble at the little group and they ran and screamed in terror. She watched admiringly as they scattered in many different directions. Pansy giggled watching the insolent fools. "That's what you get." she called after them. She still had her hand on Draco's hair. "So, anyone you know entering the tournament?" she asked.
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