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Believing in Love
Chapter Number/Total: 2/?.
Chapter Title: Believing in Love
Chapter Authors: slashpervert and cinnamon_sins .
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Words: 2175 Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.
Warnings: Language, angst.
Summary: Draco and Pansy talk over love and their past over dinner.
Notes:
Thursday, Oct. 9, 2003
Pansy leaned against the wall outside the restaurant, tapping her foot. She was thankful to finally be away from the office. It was inevitable to be faced with a room entirely full of paperwork after her extended vacation. Of course she shouldn't have expected anyone to get any work done while she was away. That would be asking too much.
Looking around and seeing no sign of Draco, she pulled out a pack of fags, lighting them with a small silver lighter...too risky for a wand out on the street like that. She took a long drag, blowing the smoke into the air above her. Old habits die hard...or so they say. Theo didn't even know she'd started smoking again, but then what was a Slytherin without secrets? After all, she deserved it with what work was throwing at her.
"What other secrets do you have from Theo, Pans?" Draco said as he came up beside her. He chuckled at having surprised her.
Pansy jumped, shaking her head. "You always do that," she muttered, taking one last drag before throwing the rest to the ground and pressing it into the concrete with her foot. "And who's to say Theo doesn't know? Shall we go in?" She titled her head, smiling and obviously trying to avoid the topic.
Draco smiled, holding his arm out for her to place at his elbow. "Sure, Pans, I know."
"Fine," she huffed, rolling her eyes. "He doesn't know I started smoking again. But you've seen my job. Do you blame me?" She took his arm, letting him lead the way. "That's the only secret I have from him...at least, I think it is..."
Draco led them into the restaurant and smiled while the maître d' fussed over them and gave "Lord Malfoy and the lovely Miss Parkinson" their favourite table. Finally seated with a good bottle of wine, Draco leaned back and smiled at his friend. "Well, dear, how is it going between you two?"
She laughed softly, dropping her head with a slight blush. "Still can't believe he's mine," she said seriously, looking up at him through her lashes. "I'm still jealous of all the boys though. We got in an argument on the trip because I caught him glancing at the Parisian boys a bit too much."
Draco took a sip of his wine, staring into it for a minute, "Come on, Pans, you can't really expect him not to look, can you? Don't you still look at the pretty boys and girls?"
Pansy stuck out her bottom lip, pouting like a child. She took a sip from her wine, swirling it around in her glass. "I only ever looked at other boys and girls because you and Theo didn't want me."
She took another drink, setting the glass back down on the table. "Besides that, Millicent was the one that comforted me when I was hurting, the one who's bed I crawled into to go to sleep. Things were different with her...needed. But things change. I grew more independent and the relationship seemed more like just a friendship. I'm not even really sure how it became a relationship. But Theo...he's always been in my heart," she sighed, thinking on it a bit. "You're right, just because that's how I felt, doesn't mean he ever did. I know he can't help it. I hoped for too much. And if you dare say that's the real reason I'm smoking..."
She left her threat open ended. She wasn't even sure she was serious about that anyway.
Draco reached out and took Pansy's hand and squeezed it, "Pans, that's not what I am saying. I am saying that a person can look at other people and still be in love with someone. It doesn't mean they don't love you." He sighed. Staring at their hands his thumb stroking hers as he paused, thinking about it. "I want you to be happy, but I worry about you. About what you expect from yourself and Theo."
"Love still scares me," she said with a deep breath. "I haven't told him that, but I'm sure he knows. The war wrecked my family and wrecked any hope at knowing what a true love could have been. Father should have known better, and mother should have had the courage to walk out. I just don't know what to believe anymore."
The waiter came with their food and Draco waited until he had placed the plates and refilled their glasses, nodding when he was asked if everything was okay.
"Pansy, when did we ever start believing in love anyway? Remember when we were kids? Our parents cared more about whether or not the person we would marry was pureblood, from the right family and with enough money. My ... father ... only cared that I be a way to please the Dark Lord." He took a large shallow of the wine, and sighed. "Pans, our parents expected me to marry you because of their plans, not because of love. I turned away from that world and everything they had planned, not because I didn't love you, but because I didn't want to be like them."
Pansy furrowed her brow, biting her lip. "That was why?" she whispered in realization. "With Theo, I always knew...I just wasn't his type. But with you...I never understood. And I think that's what hurt the most. Theo always tried to say you weren't good enough for me, though. It helped a little, but he could be so bloody overprotective sometimes..." She drifted off, getting lost in her thoughts, in all the what-ifs.
"Pans, I am telling you as somebody who has known you all your life," he smiled. "Don't fuck this up by making yourself miserable over what you can't control. Don't confuse sex and love. Theo is a flirt. He always has been. Doesn't mean he doesn't care about you."
"He loves me," she whispered serenely. "Even if I don't always believe it, I know it somewhere deep inside. And he tells me quite often. This is part of what scares me. I know how he is about affection." She brought their hands to her lips, kissing his knuckles softly. "You can be a good guy when you want to, Draco Malfoy. Don't know what I'd do without you."
"Don't tell anyone, I wouldn't want it to get around," he laughed and picked up his fork. "And you wouldn't have your best source of information in the Ministry."
Pansy fought the urge to squeal as a broad grin crossed her face. "Ooooh, you love me that much? Do tell! I'm desperate for anything that doesn't involve Potter right now!"
Draco smirked, "Well, Potter is working the case with me. But he is definitely not the story. But you have to promise me not to blow it out of proportion."
"When do I ever blow things out of proportion?" she said with her best innocent eyes. "And don't you dare bring up that date I had with Miles Bletchley in sixth year. It's not my fault I expected more..."
"Like I said, Pans, I know you better than anyone," Draco laughed. "I can't give you everything, you know that. But the basics are that there was a Muggle found dead in an alley and it turns out he was killed by magic. No connection to our world and not very important in the Muggle world. Just some average bloke who was killed by a wizard or witch."
"Interesting," she hummed, picking at her plate. "And you are taking me back to your townhouse to tell me more, aren't you?" She gave him a look that meant business, a look he'd remember well from school that got her everything she wanted, and the same look that fuelled the passion of her job. Anything was better than nothing, and at least it wasn't Potter's love life. Even better, she didn't even have to interview Potter this time either. She hated having to be civil to him.
Raising his eyes brows, Draco pursed his lips before answering, "My townhouse, Pans? Is that a good idea?"
"I promise to keep my hands off of you," she laughed, drinking some more of her wine. "I do have some self control. Even if you don't believe it..."
Draco's smiled and shook his head. "Good," he said, lying is napkin on the near empty plate. "You finished?" he said gesturing to her plate.
"I am," she nodded with a sigh. "This place never disappoints." She smiled serenely, finishing off the last of her wine. Butterflies began to form in her stomach and she hoped that Theo trusted her self-control. She knew he didn't like her being alone with Draco after all that had happened. But this was for work...
Draco had an account with the restaurant so he never had to worry about dealing with money. He stood and held his arm for Pansy to take. When she did he escorted her outside and smiling, Apparated them to the entrance hall of the Malfoy townhouse. Seconds after they appeared, a house-elf appeared and took his coat, hat and Pansy's wrap.
Pansy laughed softly throwing herself into a nearby chair and sinking into it comfortably. "Tell me you have more wine, darling. If I must mix business with pleasure, it should at least be as pleasurable as possible," she hummed.
Draco followed Pansy into the sitting room and walked to a nearby sidebar. He collected a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine off the small wine rack he kept nearby. Sitting on the divan, he uncorked the bottle and poured them each and glass, handing one to Pansy. "There isn't a lot to tell yet, I have spent the last two days researching possible spells that could have been used to kill the Muggle."
"So all you can say is a Muggle, killed by magic, with no connection to the Wizarding world, and no importance in the Muggle world... Draco, there has to be more to it than that. It seems foolish," she prodded. "It seems like something our fathers would have done for fun. A bit of a hunting trip or such..."
Draco sipped his drink and considered what he could say to Pansy. He always had a hard time when he was with her remembering he was talking to a reporter. Pansy and he had talked about everything for most of their lives. It was hard to separate out that from the reporter who would tell everything in the Prophet the next day. He looked at her, "Yeah, it does. But we don't want to go scaring people, having them think this is Death Eaters when it probably isn't."
Pansy studied Draco's face. She knew that look well. "I'll leave it at that then, darling," she nodded. "So tell me about your love life, since you were so keen on me sharing. I'm interested."
As if on cue, Cocoa padded into the room and sat at his feet, looking up for permission to sit with him. He smiled, patting the seat next to him and the Chocolate-tipped Seal-Point Siamese cat nimbly jumped up to sit beside him. He stroked the cat affectionately as she made happy little mewing sounds of greeting. He looked over at his friend, "There is even less to tell there, dear."
Pansy laughed shaking her head. "You should change that, Draco. Sooner than you think you'll turn into the crazy old cat lady. And then I can't see you anymore," she joked. "Or worse...you'll become Mr. Filch." She laughed harder, setting her wine down before she spilled it.
Draco winced. It was too close to the truth. Too long since he had, well, anything. It didn't help that most of the people he wanted were unavailable. Pansy and Theo had each other. Harry had Weasley. Well, he smirked, he had Cocoa. But yes, that was the problem wasn't it. Draco took another sip of wine and tried to force a laugh, "I guess I should go to Paris and check out those boys you two were arguing about."
"They were quite lookers," she laughed. "I had more fun chatting with this girl at the bar downstairs. She made for nice company. I guess you really are right that it's hard to change overnight." She smirked, picking her glass up and sipping from it again.
Draco smiled and set his empty glass down. "Well, I have a morning meeting with Granger and Potter," he sighed, "I should probably call it a night."
"Same," Pansy sighed. "Theo will probably start to wonder where I've been. Though I'd be surprised if he didn't have a magical tracker on me. He really worries too much."
Draco walked her to the door, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She could Apparate from the porch that was shielded from the street by vines. "Good night, Pans."
"Goodnight, Draco," she smiled, taking out her wand to Apparate. "And don't be a stranger. I miss you when we don't talk."
Chapter Title: Believing in Love
Chapter Authors: slashpervert and cinnamon_sins .
Beta(s): nefernat
Chapter Rating: PG-13
Words: 2175 Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.
Warnings: Language, angst.
Summary: Draco and Pansy talk over love and their past over dinner.
Notes:
Thursday, Oct. 9, 2003
Pansy leaned against the wall outside the restaurant, tapping her foot. She was thankful to finally be away from the office. It was inevitable to be faced with a room entirely full of paperwork after her extended vacation. Of course she shouldn't have expected anyone to get any work done while she was away. That would be asking too much.
Looking around and seeing no sign of Draco, she pulled out a pack of fags, lighting them with a small silver lighter...too risky for a wand out on the street like that. She took a long drag, blowing the smoke into the air above her. Old habits die hard...or so they say. Theo didn't even know she'd started smoking again, but then what was a Slytherin without secrets? After all, she deserved it with what work was throwing at her.
"What other secrets do you have from Theo, Pans?" Draco said as he came up beside her. He chuckled at having surprised her.
Pansy jumped, shaking her head. "You always do that," she muttered, taking one last drag before throwing the rest to the ground and pressing it into the concrete with her foot. "And who's to say Theo doesn't know? Shall we go in?" She titled her head, smiling and obviously trying to avoid the topic.
Draco smiled, holding his arm out for her to place at his elbow. "Sure, Pans, I know."
"Fine," she huffed, rolling her eyes. "He doesn't know I started smoking again. But you've seen my job. Do you blame me?" She took his arm, letting him lead the way. "That's the only secret I have from him...at least, I think it is..."
Draco led them into the restaurant and smiled while the maître d' fussed over them and gave "Lord Malfoy and the lovely Miss Parkinson" their favourite table. Finally seated with a good bottle of wine, Draco leaned back and smiled at his friend. "Well, dear, how is it going between you two?"
She laughed softly, dropping her head with a slight blush. "Still can't believe he's mine," she said seriously, looking up at him through her lashes. "I'm still jealous of all the boys though. We got in an argument on the trip because I caught him glancing at the Parisian boys a bit too much."
Draco took a sip of his wine, staring into it for a minute, "Come on, Pans, you can't really expect him not to look, can you? Don't you still look at the pretty boys and girls?"
Pansy stuck out her bottom lip, pouting like a child. She took a sip from her wine, swirling it around in her glass. "I only ever looked at other boys and girls because you and Theo didn't want me."
She took another drink, setting the glass back down on the table. "Besides that, Millicent was the one that comforted me when I was hurting, the one who's bed I crawled into to go to sleep. Things were different with her...needed. But things change. I grew more independent and the relationship seemed more like just a friendship. I'm not even really sure how it became a relationship. But Theo...he's always been in my heart," she sighed, thinking on it a bit. "You're right, just because that's how I felt, doesn't mean he ever did. I know he can't help it. I hoped for too much. And if you dare say that's the real reason I'm smoking..."
She left her threat open ended. She wasn't even sure she was serious about that anyway.
Draco reached out and took Pansy's hand and squeezed it, "Pans, that's not what I am saying. I am saying that a person can look at other people and still be in love with someone. It doesn't mean they don't love you." He sighed. Staring at their hands his thumb stroking hers as he paused, thinking about it. "I want you to be happy, but I worry about you. About what you expect from yourself and Theo."
"Love still scares me," she said with a deep breath. "I haven't told him that, but I'm sure he knows. The war wrecked my family and wrecked any hope at knowing what a true love could have been. Father should have known better, and mother should have had the courage to walk out. I just don't know what to believe anymore."
The waiter came with their food and Draco waited until he had placed the plates and refilled their glasses, nodding when he was asked if everything was okay.
"Pansy, when did we ever start believing in love anyway? Remember when we were kids? Our parents cared more about whether or not the person we would marry was pureblood, from the right family and with enough money. My ... father ... only cared that I be a way to please the Dark Lord." He took a large shallow of the wine, and sighed. "Pans, our parents expected me to marry you because of their plans, not because of love. I turned away from that world and everything they had planned, not because I didn't love you, but because I didn't want to be like them."
Pansy furrowed her brow, biting her lip. "That was why?" she whispered in realization. "With Theo, I always knew...I just wasn't his type. But with you...I never understood. And I think that's what hurt the most. Theo always tried to say you weren't good enough for me, though. It helped a little, but he could be so bloody overprotective sometimes..." She drifted off, getting lost in her thoughts, in all the what-ifs.
"Pans, I am telling you as somebody who has known you all your life," he smiled. "Don't fuck this up by making yourself miserable over what you can't control. Don't confuse sex and love. Theo is a flirt. He always has been. Doesn't mean he doesn't care about you."
"He loves me," she whispered serenely. "Even if I don't always believe it, I know it somewhere deep inside. And he tells me quite often. This is part of what scares me. I know how he is about affection." She brought their hands to her lips, kissing his knuckles softly. "You can be a good guy when you want to, Draco Malfoy. Don't know what I'd do without you."
"Don't tell anyone, I wouldn't want it to get around," he laughed and picked up his fork. "And you wouldn't have your best source of information in the Ministry."
Pansy fought the urge to squeal as a broad grin crossed her face. "Ooooh, you love me that much? Do tell! I'm desperate for anything that doesn't involve Potter right now!"
Draco smirked, "Well, Potter is working the case with me. But he is definitely not the story. But you have to promise me not to blow it out of proportion."
"When do I ever blow things out of proportion?" she said with her best innocent eyes. "And don't you dare bring up that date I had with Miles Bletchley in sixth year. It's not my fault I expected more..."
"Like I said, Pans, I know you better than anyone," Draco laughed. "I can't give you everything, you know that. But the basics are that there was a Muggle found dead in an alley and it turns out he was killed by magic. No connection to our world and not very important in the Muggle world. Just some average bloke who was killed by a wizard or witch."
"Interesting," she hummed, picking at her plate. "And you are taking me back to your townhouse to tell me more, aren't you?" She gave him a look that meant business, a look he'd remember well from school that got her everything she wanted, and the same look that fuelled the passion of her job. Anything was better than nothing, and at least it wasn't Potter's love life. Even better, she didn't even have to interview Potter this time either. She hated having to be civil to him.
Raising his eyes brows, Draco pursed his lips before answering, "My townhouse, Pans? Is that a good idea?"
"I promise to keep my hands off of you," she laughed, drinking some more of her wine. "I do have some self control. Even if you don't believe it..."
Draco's smiled and shook his head. "Good," he said, lying is napkin on the near empty plate. "You finished?" he said gesturing to her plate.
"I am," she nodded with a sigh. "This place never disappoints." She smiled serenely, finishing off the last of her wine. Butterflies began to form in her stomach and she hoped that Theo trusted her self-control. She knew he didn't like her being alone with Draco after all that had happened. But this was for work...
Draco had an account with the restaurant so he never had to worry about dealing with money. He stood and held his arm for Pansy to take. When she did he escorted her outside and smiling, Apparated them to the entrance hall of the Malfoy townhouse. Seconds after they appeared, a house-elf appeared and took his coat, hat and Pansy's wrap.
Pansy laughed softly throwing herself into a nearby chair and sinking into it comfortably. "Tell me you have more wine, darling. If I must mix business with pleasure, it should at least be as pleasurable as possible," she hummed.
Draco followed Pansy into the sitting room and walked to a nearby sidebar. He collected a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine off the small wine rack he kept nearby. Sitting on the divan, he uncorked the bottle and poured them each and glass, handing one to Pansy. "There isn't a lot to tell yet, I have spent the last two days researching possible spells that could have been used to kill the Muggle."
"So all you can say is a Muggle, killed by magic, with no connection to the Wizarding world, and no importance in the Muggle world... Draco, there has to be more to it than that. It seems foolish," she prodded. "It seems like something our fathers would have done for fun. A bit of a hunting trip or such..."
Draco sipped his drink and considered what he could say to Pansy. He always had a hard time when he was with her remembering he was talking to a reporter. Pansy and he had talked about everything for most of their lives. It was hard to separate out that from the reporter who would tell everything in the Prophet the next day. He looked at her, "Yeah, it does. But we don't want to go scaring people, having them think this is Death Eaters when it probably isn't."
Pansy studied Draco's face. She knew that look well. "I'll leave it at that then, darling," she nodded. "So tell me about your love life, since you were so keen on me sharing. I'm interested."
As if on cue, Cocoa padded into the room and sat at his feet, looking up for permission to sit with him. He smiled, patting the seat next to him and the Chocolate-tipped Seal-Point Siamese cat nimbly jumped up to sit beside him. He stroked the cat affectionately as she made happy little mewing sounds of greeting. He looked over at his friend, "There is even less to tell there, dear."
Pansy laughed shaking her head. "You should change that, Draco. Sooner than you think you'll turn into the crazy old cat lady. And then I can't see you anymore," she joked. "Or worse...you'll become Mr. Filch." She laughed harder, setting her wine down before she spilled it.
Draco winced. It was too close to the truth. Too long since he had, well, anything. It didn't help that most of the people he wanted were unavailable. Pansy and Theo had each other. Harry had Weasley. Well, he smirked, he had Cocoa. But yes, that was the problem wasn't it. Draco took another sip of wine and tried to force a laugh, "I guess I should go to Paris and check out those boys you two were arguing about."
"They were quite lookers," she laughed. "I had more fun chatting with this girl at the bar downstairs. She made for nice company. I guess you really are right that it's hard to change overnight." She smirked, picking her glass up and sipping from it again.
Draco smiled and set his empty glass down. "Well, I have a morning meeting with Granger and Potter," he sighed, "I should probably call it a night."
"Same," Pansy sighed. "Theo will probably start to wonder where I've been. Though I'd be surprised if he didn't have a magical tracker on me. He really worries too much."
Draco walked her to the door, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She could Apparate from the porch that was shielded from the street by vines. "Good night, Pans."
"Goodnight, Draco," she smiled, taking out her wand to Apparate. "And don't be a stranger. I miss you when we don't talk."