Draco/Hermione- Foolish- Chapter 19
Title: Foolish
Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
19- Narcissa
Pansy came bursting into the study like the Hogwarts Express while I was responding to a letter.
I put my quill down, looked up to her and arched an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"
Her blonde hair was a mess and I briefly wondered why before she answered. "You have to talk to your son," she told me.
I tilted my head. "What about?"
"He's is making the worst mistake of his life!"
I motioned to the seat across the desk from me. "Sit down, Pansy, and calm yourself. Getting excited will do you no good."
Her eyes were full of something that I vaguely made out as rage when she sat down. "Your son has called off the wedding."
Inside I was smirking.
Pansy was a pureblood, that was true, and one we had known for sometime but I wasn't overly fond of her and she wasn't my choice for Draco to marry. But Lucius had to have the final word as always and chose her.
But I managed to keep a smile off of my face. "Oh?"
I motioned vaguely for the house-elf that had placed herself in the corner out of the room. "Is that so?"
Pansy seemed to be fuming. "He most certainly did! And you'll never guess why!"
"He's in love with someone who isn't you," I said rather flatly.
She sneered. "That is hardly a reason for me to be so upset. But it's who he's in love with."
I smirked this time. "Really?" A pause. "Do you mean Hermione?"
Pansy's mouth fell open and closed a few times in a manner that reminded me greatly of a fish out of water, while her pupils widened. "You knew?"
I shrugged a little. "I have known for some time now that Draco was in love with Hermione, yes."
"But she's a mudblood!"
"I am quiet aware of the fact that she is muggle-born, Pansy. Draco mentioned it many times over the years you were at school."
"He wants to marry her!"
I smiled. "Does he really?"
She looked more mad then ever as she stood up, knocking her chair down behind her. "You cant let him!"
"Who are you, Pansy Parkinson, to tell me what I can and cannot do? If I recall correctly Draco is my son, and an adult," I said matter-of-factly and at the same time coldly. "You are not his wife and therefore cannot say what he can or cannot do and since he is no longer a minor neither can I."
"Make her disappear," Pansy said with a slight shrug. "Kill her, have her killed, get rid of her so that Draco wont make a horrible mistake."
"I will not have Ms. Granger killed nor will I kill her."
"Narcissa, you cannot seriously sit back and do nothing."
"I do not believe I gave you permission to call me by my first name."
She glared slightly. "Mrs. Malfoy, do you understand what Draco marrying her would do to the Malfoy's reputation?"
"I do," I said, nodding my head ever so slightly.
"Don't you care?"
"If you wanted to talk to someone about reputation of the family the one you should talk to is Lucius, but considering he is no longer here you are wasting your breath and time."
Her hand smashed down on my desk. "Be reasonable."
"I am."
"But-"
"No 'buts' Pansy. I have heard what you said. You want me to kill or have killed the girl my son loves. You have tried to appeal to my sense of reputation and have accused me caring more about reputation than my sons happiness."
Her mouth opened in a little o. "No, that's not what I meant."
"Really?"
"All I am saying, is that Draco cannot find the happiness with her that he can find with me."
"I'm afraid you've overstayed your welcome, Pansy," I said, motioning towards that door. "I assume you know that way back to your home."
"You're going to let him call off the wedding between him and I and marry the mudblood?!?" she asked, outraged.
I folded my hands politely on my desk. "Pansy, I would rather have my son marry a horse than marry you," I said rather coldly. "I encouraged Draco to find Hermione and get back together with her and nothing you can do or say will change this. He wants her, not you and I support him completely. Now kindly leave."
"You will regret this Narcissa Malfoy," she said, pointing one thick finger at me.
I stood up and loomed over her. I wasn't an overly tall woman but Pansy was plain short. "Never threaten someone you cannot beat in a duel Pansy Parkinson," I hissed. "Now leave before you get me more angry than I am."
Pansy turned on heel and left but not before I heard her mumble that she wasn't giving up so easily.
Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
19- Narcissa
Pansy came bursting into the study like the Hogwarts Express while I was responding to a letter.
I put my quill down, looked up to her and arched an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"
Her blonde hair was a mess and I briefly wondered why before she answered. "You have to talk to your son," she told me.
I tilted my head. "What about?"
"He's is making the worst mistake of his life!"
I motioned to the seat across the desk from me. "Sit down, Pansy, and calm yourself. Getting excited will do you no good."
Her eyes were full of something that I vaguely made out as rage when she sat down. "Your son has called off the wedding."
Inside I was smirking.
Pansy was a pureblood, that was true, and one we had known for sometime but I wasn't overly fond of her and she wasn't my choice for Draco to marry. But Lucius had to have the final word as always and chose her.
But I managed to keep a smile off of my face. "Oh?"
I motioned vaguely for the house-elf that had placed herself in the corner out of the room. "Is that so?"
Pansy seemed to be fuming. "He most certainly did! And you'll never guess why!"
"He's in love with someone who isn't you," I said rather flatly.
She sneered. "That is hardly a reason for me to be so upset. But it's who he's in love with."
I smirked this time. "Really?" A pause. "Do you mean Hermione?"
Pansy's mouth fell open and closed a few times in a manner that reminded me greatly of a fish out of water, while her pupils widened. "You knew?"
I shrugged a little. "I have known for some time now that Draco was in love with Hermione, yes."
"But she's a mudblood!"
"I am quiet aware of the fact that she is muggle-born, Pansy. Draco mentioned it many times over the years you were at school."
"He wants to marry her!"
I smiled. "Does he really?"
She looked more mad then ever as she stood up, knocking her chair down behind her. "You cant let him!"
"Who are you, Pansy Parkinson, to tell me what I can and cannot do? If I recall correctly Draco is my son, and an adult," I said matter-of-factly and at the same time coldly. "You are not his wife and therefore cannot say what he can or cannot do and since he is no longer a minor neither can I."
"Make her disappear," Pansy said with a slight shrug. "Kill her, have her killed, get rid of her so that Draco wont make a horrible mistake."
"I will not have Ms. Granger killed nor will I kill her."
"Narcissa, you cannot seriously sit back and do nothing."
"I do not believe I gave you permission to call me by my first name."
She glared slightly. "Mrs. Malfoy, do you understand what Draco marrying her would do to the Malfoy's reputation?"
"I do," I said, nodding my head ever so slightly.
"Don't you care?"
"If you wanted to talk to someone about reputation of the family the one you should talk to is Lucius, but considering he is no longer here you are wasting your breath and time."
Her hand smashed down on my desk. "Be reasonable."
"I am."
"But-"
"No 'buts' Pansy. I have heard what you said. You want me to kill or have killed the girl my son loves. You have tried to appeal to my sense of reputation and have accused me caring more about reputation than my sons happiness."
Her mouth opened in a little o. "No, that's not what I meant."
"Really?"
"All I am saying, is that Draco cannot find the happiness with her that he can find with me."
"I'm afraid you've overstayed your welcome, Pansy," I said, motioning towards that door. "I assume you know that way back to your home."
"You're going to let him call off the wedding between him and I and marry the mudblood?!?" she asked, outraged.
I folded my hands politely on my desk. "Pansy, I would rather have my son marry a horse than marry you," I said rather coldly. "I encouraged Draco to find Hermione and get back together with her and nothing you can do or say will change this. He wants her, not you and I support him completely. Now kindly leave."
"You will regret this Narcissa Malfoy," she said, pointing one thick finger at me.
I stood up and loomed over her. I wasn't an overly tall woman but Pansy was plain short. "Never threaten someone you cannot beat in a duel Pansy Parkinson," I hissed. "Now leave before you get me more angry than I am."
Pansy turned on heel and left but not before I heard her mumble that she wasn't giving up so easily.