Draco/Hermione- Foolish- Chapter 26
Title: Foolish
Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
26- Pansy
I can't help but smile when I see the look on their faces as I walk into the drawing room at the Malfoy mansion.
Hermione, that stupid little mudblood is the first one to notice me. She is sitting in one of the old leather chairs, one of those stupid house elves beside her. Her eyes widen, her breath hitches and she says my name quietly. "Pansy."
Draco stiffens so much that it can't help but be noticed. His fists clench at his side. His jaw clenches. His entire frame goes rigid. "What are you doing here, Pansy?" He is very, very angry. I can tell just by hearing his voice.
I ignore him to a certain extent. I lean over to one of the shelves and grab one of the books. I thumb through the pages, my eyes not really on them, but shifted up towards him. I hate seeing him so angry with me, but I love him. I love him so much that having him look at me for any reason was enough to make my heart soar. "I am here to deliver a message,"
Narcissa sits up as straight as possible. Her eyes narrow at me. She pushes some of her white-blonde hair out of her face and straightens her skirt. "What do you want, Pansy?"
"That's Ms. Parkinson to you. I never gave you permission to call me by my first name." I am hissing it out at her. She had said basically the same thing to me.
Her jaw clenches.
"Who is the message from?" Draco asks me. He has forced himself to try to look calm and his voice even comes out calm, but he holds that fire of anger in his eyes.
I smile again. It was a dark smile. "From someone you thought you would never hear from again."
Something flickers across the mudblood's face. Does she know? Does she know who had sent me? Of course she does. She is the bane of my existence. She is the one who always seems to know everything. The one who knows all of the answers in class and knows who was doing what, when.
"I hear you're missing something," I say, placing my hands on my hips. I tilt my head to one side, my hair falling half across my face, shadowing my eyes.
Hermione stands up them, weakly, her legs giving out. She grabs onto the arm of the chair and Draco helps to steady her. Oh, how I hate to see him touch her. That filthy little mudblood has no place touching his pure skin.
"What do you know?" I barely look at Hermione. She doesn't deserve to be looked at. She is nothing but a filthy muggle. One who had no reason to be at Hogwarts and still was, becoming the best student that they had.
I shrug casually, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across my chest. "Me? What makes you think I know anything?"
"What do you know?" Her voice is harsh this time. he is getting angry. Good. Let the little bitch get angry. All it will do is make me smile.
I examine my nails. "Oh, not much." I shrug then. "Just that your bastard child is missing."
"You bitch!"
Hermione lunges at me.
Draco grabs her, his arms wrapping around her waist. She struggles, screaming out words that make no sense. She claws at his arms and he bleeds. He may even have scars afterward, but he doesn't seem to notice.
"Where is she?" she yells. "Where is my daughter?"
I give her a bored look. "I don't know where your stupid daughter is."
"Liar!"
"I am not lying, Granger." I sneer at her. "I just happen to know that she is missing."
"How, pray tell, do you know that?" Narcissa asks, her voice careful, low, and quiet.
"I was contacted this morning with some information. I was told that Granger's daughter is missing and that she may not be returned." I let a small smirk grace my lips. "At least not alive."
"Where is she? Where is my daughter? I want my daughter back! Tell me where the hell she is!"
I roll my eyes. Stupid mudblood bitch. Didn't she hear me when I told her I didn't know where he precious bastard child was? I may know who has her, but where she is? No, I don't know that. Further more I don't care. All I know is who has her and she was taken to get Granger away from my Draco. "I told you already, I don't know where she is. I just know that she was taken."
The mudblood goes weak in Draco's grasp, sliding. Draco lets her go and she falls to her knees crying. Good. Cry you stupid bitch.
Draco is suddenly in front of me. "What do you know, Pansy?" His eyes narrow on mine.
"Why should I?"
His hand clamps around my arm, pushing me against the wall, the other closing around my throat. "What do you know?"
My eyes widen. "Why do you care?"
"Tell me where she is!"
"I don't know. I don't know."
"Who has her?"
"I can't tell you."
His hand tightens. "Tell me."
I gasp. I am coughing, trying to breathe. "Please, Draco…let go."
"Who has her?"
"Your father."
Author: blacksouledbutterfly (me)
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Summary: I always knew you would be the one to make me cry....
26- Pansy
I can't help but smile when I see the look on their faces as I walk into the drawing room at the Malfoy mansion.
Hermione, that stupid little mudblood is the first one to notice me. She is sitting in one of the old leather chairs, one of those stupid house elves beside her. Her eyes widen, her breath hitches and she says my name quietly. "Pansy."
Draco stiffens so much that it can't help but be noticed. His fists clench at his side. His jaw clenches. His entire frame goes rigid. "What are you doing here, Pansy?" He is very, very angry. I can tell just by hearing his voice.
I ignore him to a certain extent. I lean over to one of the shelves and grab one of the books. I thumb through the pages, my eyes not really on them, but shifted up towards him. I hate seeing him so angry with me, but I love him. I love him so much that having him look at me for any reason was enough to make my heart soar. "I am here to deliver a message,"
Narcissa sits up as straight as possible. Her eyes narrow at me. She pushes some of her white-blonde hair out of her face and straightens her skirt. "What do you want, Pansy?"
"That's Ms. Parkinson to you. I never gave you permission to call me by my first name." I am hissing it out at her. She had said basically the same thing to me.
Her jaw clenches.
"Who is the message from?" Draco asks me. He has forced himself to try to look calm and his voice even comes out calm, but he holds that fire of anger in his eyes.
I smile again. It was a dark smile. "From someone you thought you would never hear from again."
Something flickers across the mudblood's face. Does she know? Does she know who had sent me? Of course she does. She is the bane of my existence. She is the one who always seems to know everything. The one who knows all of the answers in class and knows who was doing what, when.
"I hear you're missing something," I say, placing my hands on my hips. I tilt my head to one side, my hair falling half across my face, shadowing my eyes.
Hermione stands up them, weakly, her legs giving out. She grabs onto the arm of the chair and Draco helps to steady her. Oh, how I hate to see him touch her. That filthy little mudblood has no place touching his pure skin.
"What do you know?" I barely look at Hermione. She doesn't deserve to be looked at. She is nothing but a filthy muggle. One who had no reason to be at Hogwarts and still was, becoming the best student that they had.
I shrug casually, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across my chest. "Me? What makes you think I know anything?"
"What do you know?" Her voice is harsh this time. he is getting angry. Good. Let the little bitch get angry. All it will do is make me smile.
I examine my nails. "Oh, not much." I shrug then. "Just that your bastard child is missing."
"You bitch!"
Hermione lunges at me.
Draco grabs her, his arms wrapping around her waist. She struggles, screaming out words that make no sense. She claws at his arms and he bleeds. He may even have scars afterward, but he doesn't seem to notice.
"Where is she?" she yells. "Where is my daughter?"
I give her a bored look. "I don't know where your stupid daughter is."
"Liar!"
"I am not lying, Granger." I sneer at her. "I just happen to know that she is missing."
"How, pray tell, do you know that?" Narcissa asks, her voice careful, low, and quiet.
"I was contacted this morning with some information. I was told that Granger's daughter is missing and that she may not be returned." I let a small smirk grace my lips. "At least not alive."
"Where is she? Where is my daughter? I want my daughter back! Tell me where the hell she is!"
I roll my eyes. Stupid mudblood bitch. Didn't she hear me when I told her I didn't know where he precious bastard child was? I may know who has her, but where she is? No, I don't know that. Further more I don't care. All I know is who has her and she was taken to get Granger away from my Draco. "I told you already, I don't know where she is. I just know that she was taken."
The mudblood goes weak in Draco's grasp, sliding. Draco lets her go and she falls to her knees crying. Good. Cry you stupid bitch.
Draco is suddenly in front of me. "What do you know, Pansy?" His eyes narrow on mine.
"Why should I?"
His hand clamps around my arm, pushing me against the wall, the other closing around my throat. "What do you know?"
My eyes widen. "Why do you care?"
"Tell me where she is!"
"I don't know. I don't know."
"Who has her?"
"I can't tell you."
His hand tightens. "Tell me."
I gasp. I am coughing, trying to breathe. "Please, Draco…let go."
"Who has her?"
"Your father."