Crying

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything else to do with JK. It all belongs to her, she is wonderful.

A/N: Hey...I just finished flipping through every channel on t.v, 5 times! So, i’m officaily bored, and I thought I would right this little one shot, because it was stuck in my head, and to those who are reading my other story, and are waiting for an update, Iwill! I promise!

Draco’s P.O.V.

Why? Why i’m I. Draco Malfoy, walking away. Walking away from her. Why? Why i’m I. Draco Malfoy, crying? Lord and Master of the Malfoy manor, since the death of my father. The boy who grew up to fast. Sworn enemy of Harry Potter, and protector of evil? Why. Why i’m I. Crying? Well, this, this is my love story. Why? Why did I. Why did I Draco Malfoy fall in love? I can’t answer that. I don’t know why. Why? Why would I. Why would I, Draco Malfoy, go against Malfoy law, and fall in love. I can’t answer that either.

It started quite innocently. Simple glances. The first time i’d really noticed her, I was at one of my mothers parties. Get to know the family things, as she simply called them. I was only six at the time. And sitting aside from the rest of them. Fidgting in his chair. I would only get up when my mother called me over. I didn’t like to move in my highly startched suite. Even tho both my parents are both well known wizarding families. My mother loves the muggle way of dress, but hates everything else about them. So at her parties, it was muggle wear. I looked up, to find mother striding towards me with her biggest welcoming smile, and waving me over. I got up, trying to fight the urge to scartch all over. I walked over to her, and stood beside her, waiting for another, ‘oh, he’s simply delightful’, or, ‘he has a strong build, i’m sure he’ll do his father proud.’ or, ‘ah, another malfoy, another one to join us, i’m sure he’ll be pleased.’ Malfoy, i’m always being referred to as Malfoy, not Draco. Draco, even tho it is my first name, nobody called me it. Thats what grabbed my attention mostly by her. She’d always call me Draco, from the moment we met.

“Son, this is Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson, with there adorable little daughter Pansy.” She pointed to them each in turn. I nodded politely, but nothing to out of the ordinary. Till my eyes fell upon her. Pansy Parkinson. I’d heard her name before, but never pictured her like that. Her black sleek hair pulled into a tight pony tail on the back of her head, curly in his hold, and stranded over her sholder. She had on a pink satan dress, that seemed to flow, and sparkle. Her skin was porcelen. Perfect. I didn’t know what it was, that I was thinking. Or feeling, but I liked it, I thought it was only the beginning of a friendship.

“Hi,” She giggled childishly. I tried not to make my emotions evident, no matter what the emotions are, and tried to pass on as if I thought she was a dumb girl. But to no luck, all I could do was smile back, and whisper, “Hey”

“Aww, isn’t that sweet, you know Draco, Pansy is just around you age, maybe a couple months younger.” my mother said, looking down at me, then she continued, “How about you to go off and play to night, well the grown-ups talk.”

I looked at Pansy, hopiing she would agree. Pansy looked up, and smiled excitedly, “I’d love to.” I decided that I liked that laugh from then on. Or maybe it was just her giggle, sweet, innocent, pure.

I led her off, but instead back to my usual seat, I took her on a tour around our Manor. I showed her the extra bedrooms, the dining room. The library, the family rooms, and every such thing. I finally led her out onto our terrace. She loved it out there.I remmeber clear as day, She ran out, and looked over the banister, out onto all the dancing couples. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” I’ll I managed to say was, “yeah.” But i was refferring to her, but she didn’t know that. She turned around and giggled. “This was fun wasn’t it?” I looked at her before responding, “I guess.”

My dad walked out behind us, “Parkinson, your parents are meaning to leave, they expect you in five minuites.” Pansy nodded politely, and My father walked away, not saying another word “Well, goodbye then.” She said, looking at me. Smiling genuinely. I wondered slightly why she was looking at me like that, “Umm, ya, goodbye.” I finally grunted. She walked towards me, and unexpectedly lay a gentle kiss on my lips. I didn’t know what the sparks that flew, or the spain tingle that i recieved meant at the time. But I knew it meant something. When I opened my eyes again. She was gone. But it wasn’t the last time i’d see her.

My mom through an anualy party every year, around that time. And everytime, we’d get re-indroduced. And till about when I was 10, it was the same rutine, i’d give her the tour, lead her out to the banister, and she’d kiss me goodbye. Each year, I would think I would be more prepared for the way it would feel. But each time it surprised me with stronger and deeper emotions. But it was always short. Short and sweet, and innocent. Just like my Pansy. But when I was ten, there was a slight difference. I led her out there. And she leant over the banister. Looking like an angel, in a silvery black dress, laced with frills and sparkles sprinkled across it. Her black hair looking radiant, flowing across her sholders in smooth ringlets of black. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” I was use to this question by now, she always asked it, And I always gave the same answer, “yeah.” But this time, instead of just giggling, she looked at me, and starred into my eyes intently, “Do you wanna dance.?” I was really surprised by this. Sure I knew how, because of mothers persistence, but I had never danced with anyone besides the dancing partners teachers would assign. “Well...I ...uhh...I...” I stutted, I didn’t know what to say, “Oh come on! It’ll be fun Draco!.” I was won over, I loved the way she’d say my name. Draco. I lovec to hear it, “Oh, alright then.” She giggled with glee and pulled me into the middle of the terrace. She placed my hand on the small of her back, and grabbed the other one in her petite hand. She rested her other arm lazily around his sholder. She let her fingers roam, and find the nape hairs of my plantanum blond hair to fiddle with. I kept the time, well Pansy slowly leaned her head in to rest on my childish chest. I felt older that day. Like I was actually taking care of someone. When the song was over I paused. Causing Pansy to lift her head slightly, and look up at me. With the moon light below, the effect took away my breath. She was positively glowing. I smiled, not something I do often. I slowly leant down in the moment, Pansy leant into me, and are lips met, but instead of breaking away like we usually would, we stayed there. Intensifying the kiss. Her arms reached around my neck, and my arms found her waist. I pulled her in close, till I heard footsteps. I broke away, out of breath. I couldn’t believe the magic I had felt then. I had been around magic all my life, even learning some stuff secretly and ilegally. But i’d never, nor will I ever experience magic like that, when I Draco malfoy kissed her. Her. And not just a peck, I really Kissed her.

My father showed up to find us both leaning over the banister. Trying to hide are red faces. “Parkinson, Your parents are meaning to leave now, they expect you downstairs in five minuites.” and pansy would give her responce. “Yes, thank you.” She turned, smiled, and waved goodbye, “Good bye Draco,” She leaned in, and kissed me on the cheek. Leaving me there. Just to think.

The next time I saw Pansy, my angel. Was on the hogwarts express. That summer, my dad had indroduced me to Crabb and Goyle. They had instintly clung to me. I had become there leader, and we stuck together. Nobody ever understood our realationship. They thought they were just my cronies. But they were more. They were my friends, and I’d protect them to, If I ever needed to be. Everyone thought they were dumb, but they were quite smart. Nobody gave the a chance. They all labled them, before they even met them. Tall and big, oh, they must be dumb. I hate it. I hate labels.

We were all sitting in a compartment, when Pansy, and an overly large girl strode in. They asked to sit. And we just all nodded, and slid over. We were all trianed well, you never treat women bad, and you always try to meet there request. And anyways, I wanted to see my Pansy, talk to her. But she wouldn’ She practicaly ignored me the whole way up. I couldn’t believe it. Why? Why was pansy doing this. I thought vigerously, over and over. Well starring at her intently. When we finally stopped, and the girls left. Crabb asked me, “You like her don’t you.” That got Goyle into, ‘That must be why.’ I thought, we can’t tell anyone, Why was pansy always right? Nobody would understand there relationship. And he didn’t want to have it ruined. It was to perfect for other un-worthy people to see, to feel, to get there filthy hands all over.

So, thats how it went. She ignoring me, except for dark hallways, and late night escapades. And, when we got older, and occasional date. Her friends, became mine, and mine friends. Slytherins were always strong. There unity was strongest. That was the difference between them and other houses, they always were united, they didn’t fight, everyone was friends with everyone in the house. But in others, there were always fights going on, and talking behind peoples backs. None of the other houses stuck together. Thats what made slytherin stand out, above the rest. Just because of that. But nobody out of slytherin saw, or noticed that.

Nobody cared tho, It was pointless.

In seventh year, we finally decided to come out dating. Both our parents wanted it, and we needed it. It was the best year of hogwarts ever. No more sneaking around, we could finally be happy. No explaining. Just us, in our on world.

I decided that year, that I wasn’t gonna just let her be a piece of my past, but my future. The day I graduated, I will always remember. I fingered the velvety box with nervous hands. ‘why wont’ that old mudblood shut it already.’ I thought, desperately willing our chosen class speaker Granger, to finish. She’d had been droaning on and on, and woudn’t shut up. Finally, she concluded. Everyone clapped. But I was no longer sure if I was happy if she was finished talking or not. After everyone was called up, and handed a deploma, and sat back down. everyone clapped again, and then we all through our wizard hats in the air. And got up. We walked away from our home of 7 years. I breathed in deeply, and marched over to Pansy. I pulled gently on her sleeve, to get her away from her group of friends. I walked her out onto the hogwarts grounds. By the lake and over to a big oak tree. We had some of our best moments our here. And I wanted our greatest to be there to. I slowly knelt down infront of her, and I heard her let out a small gasp. I pulled out the box from inside my pocket, and whispered. “It sure is beautiful isn’t it?” and all she said, was “Yeah.” I smiled, and and took out the ring, “Pansy, will you marry me?” Tears of joy floded down her face, and she nodded her head,

Waves of relief swept through me, and I greatfully took her hand. And I slpped on the thin silver ring. It was to thin bands woven together, it looked like a vien, and on top, it had ivory green gem winded together with the strands. Pansy cried harder, and grabbed at me for a hug. “I love you Pansy.” “I love you to Draco.” She sobbed, ‘Draco’ I thought, ‘Even sounds great when she says it crying.’

We were wed in 3 months. And it was been almost a year later, when we found out the great news. Pansy was pregnent. It was the happiest moments of my life. I didn’t think it was aloud, to be a Malfoy, and be that happy. But for the first time, I didn’t care if my father thought me a failure, or my mother.

I remember the next part perfectly clear. It was one day, getting late home from work. I came in. To find Pansy sitting at our kitchen table crying. I rushed over to her and quickly asked, “Hunni, whats roung.” She just kept crying, and handed me a letter. That letter changed my life. In bold words, it said. “Final Battle, We expect you there.” It wasn’t signed, but I new who it was from, and I kenw I had to go. “I need to go Pansy.” I whispered. Holding her closer. “I know.” She said, solemnly, no longer crying.

I left the next morning. What I experienced through the war, I won’t say. It was to horrifying. But it was over, 7 long months later. It was over. We were defeated. And my name was ruined. But not for the bad. I had disgraced my father. For I had saved that wretched Harry Potter’s life, and switched sides half way through. Thus conquering the Dark Lord. But i didnt’ care, my Mother was proud, and my Father was dead. And I got to go back to my love, the one thing i did care about, A free man.

Me and Pansy were happy. 3 months untill we were expecting the baby. We were happy, just preparing for it. We had decided not to take a test to see what it was. We wanted it to be a surprise. I had never been happier, then I was when I was there with Pansy, knowing that the Drak Lord couldn’t corrupt our baby, that all worries were gone. But that was the fatal night. I woke up to Pansy panting beside me. And screaming in pain. “Pansy?’ I voiced worriedly, “Pansy whats roung!” I said. “I need to go to st.Mungos.” She said. I reached across the table and grabbed my wand. I quickly grabbed onto her, and hugged her close, and disaperated us both to the hospital. They took us straight in. I sat there, worriedly. For almost a full day. Before someone came out, grieve stroken. I sprung up, afraid to ask.

The Docter clearned his throat. “I’m sorry sir, the baby came to early, it didnt’ survive, and giving birth to it, killed her.” I fell down ont he couch again. I couldn’t move. Gone. How could my precious baby, and my Angel be gone. Both at the same time. Just gone. “I’m sorry sir.” I just nodded, and walked away. We had her funeral, and my baby’s. It turned out to be a girl. Beautiful thing. She was just beautiful. Eyes like her mothers, but hints of the blond hair like his. Porcelin skin. They were both placed int he same coffin. The baby resting in Pansy’s peaceful face. They were both dressed in white. Both looking like angels. My angels, and now they were gone. Smoke shying away from the wind. And me, Draco, standing there, trying to catch it with my bare hands. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I closed the coffin finally. Hearing the try click. And then seeing it, be slowly plungled into the earth. I waited there, Watching the ground be filled with cement and dirt. Then her grave stone be placed on top. I placed my flowers there. Everyone had gone by then, and i was left there alone, to whisper one final thing. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

Then I turned and walked away. I walked and walked. Not knowing where I was going, tell I was in some garden somewhere. I walked through it. Enchanced by it’s beauty. My tears had long ago stopped. But the pain was still just as deep. I came around a tree, and saw a big old swing. With someone swinging in it. Her white dress was beautiful. And her black curls seemed to match perfectly. Her porcelen skin as clear and white as ever. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I walked closer, and she was still there. Giggling like a little child again, and when she finally saw me, she stopped swinging. Smiled, and whispered, “Yeah,” She got up, and I made to follow her, when a six year old girl, with the same type of glow came out from behind the trees. Causing both people to stop. “Mommy, I saw a butterfly, and I chased it.” The little girl giggled. Her blond curly hair swaying in the sun set. Her beautiful eyes, matching the women beside her. The girl turned to me. And giggled again. The tears came from my eyes again. This was my family. The tears blurred my vision. And when they were finally gone. So where my tears. I sat down on the swing which I had found my wife on. I sat there, just swinging and thinking. Untill I coudl no longer see the hand infront of me. Then I got up, and started to walk away. The teras coming back. Thats why I walked away from her. Thats why I Draco Malfoy Walked away, with tears in my eyes.

You may still ask why I fell in love, but I give you the same answer. I don’t know, all I do know is, I loved her with all my heart and still do. I piece of it was burried that day, along with her and my child. And it would stay there, reserved there. The other parts would heal eventually. But that piece, would continue to beat, only for Pansy and my child. For the day we would meet again.

And thats why I Draco Malfoy, Lord and Master of the Malfoy Manor, walked away from her. Crying.

-Fin-

A/N: Hey..ok, this was my first Draco/Pansy story, i hoped you guys liked it as much as I liked writing it. Well, it’s really late here now, so enjoy! Plz review! And good bye.

Druccilla!