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It’s amazing how you can find out so much in such in a short time. How much can happen. And how many things will change your life forever.

So that’s where the story starts, one day everything seems perfect, while the next, you could be living your worst nightmare. For Pansy Parkinson, everything is about to change.

“Draco!” Pansy called as she stepped out of the girl’s dormitory, searching everywhere to find him. Just as she expected, he was on the usual leather couch, his hand wrapped around the top of it, and his feet crossed to the side, as if he owned it and nobody else could dare sit there.

He turned his head and almost looked disappointed. “What is it Parkinson?”

“What’s up with the ‘Parkinson’, Malfoy?” she asked, giggling.

“Nothing,” he said.

She plopped down beside him and he just continued to be himself as if she wasn’t even there.

“Let’s go down to breakfast,” She said, pulling him up by his sleeve, which was one of her habits to getting him places now.

“Fine,” he said, yanking away from her sleeve, and leading the way to the Great Hall, Crabbe and Goyle following close behind.

Draco searched for an empty seat, and although there were many, he smirked and sat down across from Tracey Davis, one of Pansy’s friends with long curly brown hair, and greenish blue eyes.

Pansy scowled, she knew he was up to something today, but she didn’t know exactly why. She decided to play along for a little while, listening to him tell Davis how he hurt his arm three years ago and lived to tell her right now. That tale must never get old because Davis was looking rather impressed.

“Draco,” Pansy interrupted at this point, knowing this had gone too far, after he began discussing one of Pansy’s embarrassing moments right in front of her. “Can I speak with you a moment….alone,” she added for her own sake and pulled his sleeve once again into the entrance hall and in the corner by a shiny knight.

“What,” he asked innocently.

“You’re flirting with Davies!” Pansy said rather frustrated, “That’s what!”

“I am?” he asked even though he perfectly well knew what he was doing.

“Yes Draco, you are, so how am I to trust you?” she said tapping her foot and crossing her arms.

“Well, If I was, I didn’t mean to, you’re the only one who I like,” he smirked and gave her a quick kiss.

“Now let’s go back,” he said holding her hand. Pansy ate some waffles and still kept her hand locked with Draco’s underneath the table.

Later on, Pansy was reassured that he didn’t mean it, so she finally forgave him. They sat on the common room couch for just a little bit, Crabbe Goyle, and some other Slytherins scattered around the common room doing one thing or another.

“So Draco, want to go torment Scarhead, Weasel, and Mudblood?” Pansy asked.

He frowned and looked at his pile of homework upon his lap. “I have to finish my homework.”

“Fine,” Pansy sighed, growing bored, waiting for him to complete it.

“I really hate this stupid assignment Slughorn assigned, it’s so stupid,” he scowled.

“Mm,” Pansy agreed.

“I need to go to the library, I’ll catch up to you later alright?” he said and packed his books away with his wand.

“Yeah,” Pansy nodded and as he walked away, Tracey Davies came over and sat near her.

“Pansy, I’m sorry if I caused any trouble between you two,” she said shyly.

“Its fine, nothing’s happened.

“Oh, he just seems a bit…uptight,” Davies said and for the first time, Pansy actually noticed it too. He was calling her Parkinson, avoiding her, flirting, and just not being…well Draco.

“I think I’m going to go see if he’s alright,” Pansy said and walked up to the library.

As she entered, she noticed he was reading a book called, “Blocking Your Thoughts: Wizard’s Guide to Occlumency” and he seemed to be massaging his left arm, sighing to himself.

“Draco what’s wrong with your arm?” Pansy said as she emerged from the bookshelf passages. “Did you get cursed again? Did Potter do something? Did it hurting you?” she said and pulled up his sleeve.

“No leave it,” he said and yanked it back, but it ripped a bit at that seems revealing the tail of a snake.

“Draco,” Pansy said aw stricken. “You’re a – a –a” She trembled for words, her brown eyes widening, and her face turning pale.

He stood there trying to hide panic too, “Well- um, see you later, I need to go back to the common room,” he said and walked away at a fast pace.

Pansy caught up to him at the bottom of the Grand Staircase. “Draco…why did you do that?” she asked tears flowing down her face.

Many other students stared, Draco walked back to her, trying to hold back his fear, and said, “Tell anyone, and you’re dead.”


“No! Now stop causing a riot,” He said his eyes widening with seriousness.

“B-but, why did you?” she asked, shocked.

“None of your business,” he said, fixing the sleeve of his wand with a spell.

“Yes…it is too!” she snapped.

“Well if you weren’t so bloody nosy, you wouldn’t have known in the first place.”

“I was just trying to help,” she said sadly, “Please Draco, tell me why you did this?”

His blue eyes flashed, “Because I had to,” he said looking to the ground.

“Draco,” She whispered, “I- I don’t know what to do.

“Stay out of my way,” he said, becoming aggressive again.

“That’s impossible,” she mumbled.

“Well you’ll just have to find a way!” he said and stormed off the other direction, toward the Entrance Hall.

“Draco wait!” she said, but he continued to walk after him.

“What is it?” he sneered and turned around. The Entrance Hall was empty, everyone was either in the library, common rooms, or outside so he could talk loudly.

“Draco,” she sighed, gazing at him. His eyes softened but he didn’t give in just yet.

“What!?” He asked, crossing his arms, looking down to her level.

“I- I’m going to be a Death Eater too,” she said biting her bottom lip.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, “There’s a difference between me and you being Death-” he trailed off, aware that someone could possibly hear him even though there was no one to be seen.

“No there isn’t a difference! There’s no difference at all!” She stomped her foot, angrily.

“Yes there is,” he said calmly, “I have to be one, and you don’t.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I do, if I’m not, he’ll kill me,” he whispered referring to Voldemort.

“Well, well-” she said trying to argue it, “What if you die?” she asked, tears dripping down her face.

He looked sad, he wiped a tear off her cheek and hugged her, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Pansy don’t talk like that,” he said softly, stroking her hair.

“B-but Draco” she whimpered, “I’m not letting you go through this alone,” she pulled away from him.

“Well you need to, I know it isn’t fair but you need to,” Inside he was scared, but he knew if he told Pansy, she would interfere more than she was now.

She only nodded, not able to speak words. He pulled her chin in to him and kissed her for a minute. Then he walked away.

“Wait Draco,” she choked, “I-I love you.”

He walked back to her at this. “I love you too Pansy,” he smiled.

“Please don’t do this,” she said “There needs to be a way out.”

“You think I haven’t been trying to find a way out? You think I haven’t?” he said, trying not to lose his temper.

“Well there has to Draco.” She said and after a long minute she said, “Draco, I’m being a Death Eater too.”

“Pansy, you are the most stubborn girl I ever met,” he smirked.

She blushed. “But I can’t stop you, I don’t want you to, Pans, but I mean, I can’t stop you,” he said.

She swallowed hard. “It’s final.”

“Well alright,” he sighed, “I mean you don’t have to”

“I know, I want to,” she insisted.

He let out a sigh, trying to think of a plan. “The attack is tomorrow night; I need you to stay in the common room until then.”

“Alright,” she agreed.

He then kissed her very sweetly for a minute. “Pansy I love you,” He repeated.

“I know, that’s why I’m doing this,” she smiled.

He nodded, but still gazed into her eyes, unable to speak and he walked away, Pansy went into the common room, waiting for the next night nervously.

But that was the last time she saw him. Because that night, Professor McGonagall told Pansy the news that Draco attempted to kill Professor Dumbledore, but he couldn’t do it. Then Snape finished his duty for him. Draco was now nowhere to be seen.

“Ms. Parkinson, I know you two were very close, did he happen to tell you anything about this?” she asked frowning.

“No,” Pansy lied, “I didn’t know.”

She did know though, she knew he’d never let her be in danger, even if his own life depended on it.

I hope everyone liked it! Please check out my other stories, there not all sad, please R&R, I'd appreciate it! Hope you enjoyed it~ ubsessedwithHP

Dedication to Lisamackay

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