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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Apr 24, 2008 0:32:17 GMT 8
Pansy shrugged as one of the Slytherins asked where she was going. She wasn't obliged to answer her. Heck, she didn't even remember the name of the person. She went up from the dungeons clutching the album she was supposed to give Draco. It was an exact duplicate of hers, she intended on giving it to him for his birthday but saw that it couldn't wait. "Great Pansy just great, you might not even be breathing by the birthday of your best friend," she thought sarcastically as she ascended with the help of the moving staircases.
When she finally reached the entrance hall, she was in no hurry because she knew that most probably, Draco won't be there yet, knowing him, he had, other things to do. Thinking of that made her rolled her eyes but grin nonetheless.
Opening the big oak doors, she walked carefree to the Courtyard, where she said she'll meet him. This had been their favorite place to hang out, to just talk about stuff, but that was before, a lot of things have changed since Headmaster Dumbledore died. She didn't look up to Bellatrix as a Headmistress, and she never will.
Just looking at the Courtyard reminded her of their happy days, when they won't have to be worrying if they'd live through the day. Sighing, she didn't know if she'd tell Draco what she'd been intending on telling him. "I don't wan him to hate me," she thought sadly. She'd been planning on telling him where her loyalties were and was going to try and convince him about switching. "Its his darn choice, but still, he's making a mistake, and deep down I know he knows it, he's just to proud to admit that, argh" she thought once more.
As she approached there spot in the Courtyard she smiled noting that she was correct about him not being there yet. Either that or she couldn't spot him there. Their 'spot' consisted of a bench, big enough for three people and a small patch for flowers. It was surprising that they built one and actually kept it, it was only for their CoMC project, but afterwards they turned it into a pastime.
The small patch had different flowers in it, Roses, Daisies, and much to her dislike there was a single Pansy in the middle of it. She made a move to pluck it out but stopped when she remembered that that was the only flower that Draco tended to. Sure he watered and maintained the others, but that one was the only one he gave extra effort on keeping, one thing she never found out why, though she thought that it was amusing, at times it was also annoying.
Finally sitting down on the bench, she opened her copy of the album, well because Draco's was still wrapped. She wasn't sure if he'd appreciate it, but she wanted to give him that in case, well something happens. He was really a rich, no scratch that, wealthy kid so she could imagine him not giving importance to such a simple object, but she hoped he would.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 8, 2008 10:03:25 GMT 8
Draco bit his lip. He had received a message from Pansy. Well, not as much of a message as an obligation. They often met around the same time in their niche in the Courtyard. But Pansy never forgot to give a message about their meeting there. This time, however, the message was a little....odd. Pansy had recently started to worry him. She wasn’t the same person that she had been previously. She seemed, well, nicer somehow. She wasn’t as snotty and rude to Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors like she used to be.
But he couldn’t simply ignore her. That would be extremely rude, and she still was the childhood friend he’d always had. They were never more than friends. Sure, she was very beautiful, but she was more a friend or sister to him than a romantic interest. Most people thought otherwise, however. It didn’t bother him. Let them think what they wished, it didn’t affect him.
So Draco started walking towards the Entrance Hall. The dungeons, as usual, were dark and dreary. Most found that horrifying, but to Draco, it meant home. It was much more his home than his house, the Malfoy Manor. He had more memories of the dungeons than of the Malfoy Manor.
But that didn’t matter, for the dungeons soon had more light, as he walked closer to the Entrance Hall. Then he was there. A few stairs to climb, yes, but the Entrance Hall was bright before him. He climbed the few stairs and briskly walked to the large, oak doors. He shrugged off those Slytherins there that questioned where he was going. They did not need to know where he was going, and he did not plan on telling him such things.
Once outside, he walked, strutted, really, to the Courtyard. The secret niche was one of the few places where he could be alone, and have piece. Approaching, he first noticed the small garden that the two had planted. Daises and roses surrounded the single pansy that sat atop a small dirt hill, the center of attention. Okay, so he didn’t know anything about flower arranging, but it looked good enough. Draco knew that Pansy despised the little flower, even though he had planted it for her.
Draco, entering further into the niche, found Pansy. In her hands were two books. One was wrapped, although he could tell it was a book of some type. The other was unwrapped and open, to reveal some pictures from the past years. Draco raised an eyebrow in question. A photo album. It was a simple thing, really, but always precious, it kept memories of past events. “Hello, Pansy.” He murmured, taking a seat next to her. “You wished to see me?”
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on May 13, 2008 10:37:40 GMT 8
Pansy finally saw someone entering the Courtyard, and smiled noticing in an instant that it was Draco. She saw him look at the flower bed then sit down beside her. She really had a lot to tell him. They had to catch up on a lot of things.
"Yep, but before everything, how have you been?" She smiled as she asked him. She hadn't heard from him in a while and was definitely worried. She put her album beside her and got the one for Draco. His birthday wasn't for another month or two, but it really couldn't wait. The album had, besides the pictures and memories, a hidden message and she hoped that he would figure it out, that she was confident about, since he was one of the smartest in Slytherin.[/size][/color]
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Post by Draco Malfoy on May 20, 2008 8:06:58 GMT 8
As Draco rounded the corner and came in sight of Pansy, he noticed her smile. Her smile, sweet and gentle, always put a smile on his own face. Many might believe that this would be an example that he loved her, but he knew it wasn’t. They had tried it back around fourth year, after he had asked her to the Yule Ball, but it didn’t work. They were friends still, however. But their feelings did not surpass such, contrary to popular belief.
“I’ve been good, thank you Pansy.” He replied, smiling. “How have you been? Well, I hope?” He watched as she put aside the album she held and grabbed the large, wrapped present. He wondered if it was for him. It was possible, of course. They met here all the time, it was their own place. And she had a gift in her hands. Why wouldn’t it be for him? It was quite possible for it to be his, that was for sure.
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on May 26, 2008 15:00:19 GMT 8
The gift she held, had everything. It had the pictures of their childhood to their youth, and now that she was about to leave and even possibly, become his enemy, she was to give this to him, to remind him that she will always be there for him, and that she could never turn her back on their friendship, despite everything that will happen.
She never thought that it would be like this. Before, she thought that keeping her loyalty secret would go on, until the war ended, but it could not. And she knew full well that Draco would hate her for it. But no matter, she would always love him, as a best friend and as a brother.
"Everything is alright, quite busy, with the ball coming and all, thank you," she replied happily. "Speaking of the ball, have you found a way to identify which one Astoria is?" She inquired, more like teased him. She knew that he liked her, though she was younger, but of course, age didn't matter.
She was going to tell him today, about the Dark Lord and all, but she was afraid of telling him. One reason is that, he most probably will hate her, the other is that he might do something rational when she would tell him about what the Dark Lord said and might do to her.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 2, 2008 8:04:14 GMT 8
Draco noticed that Pansy decided to put off talking about the two things in her hands. So, being Draco and not wanting to press his curiousity upon her, ignored them. If she didn't want to tell him what they were at the moment, he would not ask her. He would simply wait for her to tell him about them. They looked to be photo albums anyway, something sappy and girly. Then again, the wrapped one could be anything, not necessarily the same thing as the photo album she held, which was unwrapped.
Draco nodded to her words. "Yeah, everything is kind of crazy. One downside to being Head Boy, prefect in your case, is that we have to help set-up all the events and such." He stated. It was true, anyways. They had to help with decorations, with planning, with everything that they could help with, really. Not to mention that he had to get new dress robes, for the ones from fourth year didn't fit anymore.
At her remark about Astoria, Draco grew slightly pink. He admitted that she was very pretty, and had told Pansy as such. One might think that Draco actually liked the younger Slytherin as a possible girlfriend. But Draco himself disagreed. Malfoys didn't do such things, really. People liked them, not the other way around. Not until they were dating, anyways. But still, Draco didn't think of her that way....did he? No he told himself firmly. "I've no idea what she is going to wear. Besides, it is much more fun trying to figure out who is who, is it not?"
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jun 3, 2008 11:00:58 GMT 8
Was this her last conversation with Draco? It seemed, if she told Draco everything now, that this would be the end, of their friendship. But if that's what fate had, then, Merlin knows she was going to try and change that.
"Quite right, the responsibilities for a prefect are already numerous, I can't imagine that of a Head Boy, but I guess it's only fair," she added, referring to the perks and privileges they had. "Have you gotten robes? I can't imagine you fitting in your old ones," she said as she smiled, and stifled her laughter as she imagined what Draco would look like if he would wear his old robes.
"Is the famous Slytherin Prince blushing?" Pansy teased as she smirked at him knowingly. But Draco knew that she wouldn't tell anyone about his thoughts towards Astoria. Pansy thought of what Draco then said next and agreed, "I suppose your right, there's no thrill if you do know already, but then again you might mistake people from other houses to be her, imagine the joy that the girls would have if you did," she said with a hint of sarcasm in the last part of her statement, though she smiled at him, letting him know that she was kidding..or maybe..half joking.[/color][/size]
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jun 11, 2008 4:15:49 GMT 8
Draco had an odd feeling about this conversation. Sure, it sounded normal, but the atmosphere. The atmosphere was most abnormal, in comparison to their other conversations they had. Everything seemed to be more tense than usual. Something was looming over them, threatening them. What was to happen? Who knew.
"Yeah, they are. I remember the last two years were bad enough. Now I have all this. Well, at least it's better than having Potty or Weasel. It's bad enough having Mudblood Granger as Head Girl." He pulled a wry face at the thought of Potter or Weasley being Head Boy with Granger as Head Girl. Not a comforting thought. The school would probably be full of chaos. "Yeah, I've got some new ones." He replied, a glare forming as Pansy attempted to stifle her laughter. She knew she was laughing at him. Probably at his old dress robes. Horrid things they were, actually.
"I am NOT blushing." Draco muttered, annoyed at Pansy's teasing. Of course, they always teased each other as such. Another reason most thought they'd make a good couple. But it was a thing they often did, having developed from their friendship. "Ugh. That would be horrible. And I highly doubt they'd be as excited as you say. Unless someone has given them a love potion or some such thing." He said, slightly annoyed by what she said. However, it was true enough. Well, the first part anyways. He didn't know anything about any girls in other Houses liking him. Then again, he knew, by Pansy's smile, that she was teasing him again.
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Jan 1, 2009 23:35:33 GMT 8
Pansy felt sick. No not the I-have-fever feeling, but more of the anxious stomach-circling feeling. She looked at Draco, her almost brother of a friend, whom she knew almost all her life.
She cringed at what she heard. Though she tried her best to cover up her uneasiness, she was pretty sure Draco could notice. "Uhm, so do you have duty later? If not, do you want to spend time on the garden? It needs to be weeded and all." She looked at him glaring at her, at which she rolled her eyes to. "Honestly, do you think that glare will change the fact that you do look funny in your old robes?" She smiled as she stuck her tongue out, a childish act, but hey she wasn't that old.
"Puh-lease Draco, you look like someone who overdid their make-up," Pansy teased as she pinched his cheek, one thing that she always did. "Aah, humble are we? You and I both know that almost all the girls swoon over you, a fact that I find very disturbing." As she talked, she kept a straight face, though she was clearly amused by the thought of him running around and hiding from his stalkers.
Still, that feeling in her stomach won't go away. She had to tell him sometime, and figured that the earlier, the better. Handing him the gift, her hands trembled as she stretched them, her mind racing and a million thoughts running in it. "Your birthday's coming up right? I thought that it would be better if I give your gift now, because-" she caught her tongue before she said anything else. She was about to tell him that she probably won't be around during his birthday, which wasn't how she wanted to break the news to him.
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