Diaclaimer: don't own. Wish I did.
I just came up with this idea one day. Wouldn't it be interesting to see Draco Malfoy living as a muggle? I thought it would. So this is the story. It's going to be a long one.
Review and let me know what you think.
There will always be light in the darkness
After all, there are Angels in Hell
The curtains around his bed rustled, Draco's eyes snapped open and his fingers tightened around his wand. He sought out the disturbance, remaining still. It was better to pretend he was still asleep, that way he had the opportunity of surprise. The curtains on his left side rustled again. He tensed.
He let out the breath he had been holding and sat up, pulling the curtains open. "What is it Pansy?" he asked in a hushed tone.
She glanced behind her at the door and then to the four other beads in the room. "I can't stay in that room Draco, not surrounded by them, not on my own." She said, half in whispered panic.
Draco studied her for a moment before sliding over in the bed. With a grateful smile Pansy slid in beside him and pulled the curtains shut.
Draco muttered a silencing spell, he lay back down, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. She was sitting cross-legged, elbows on her knees, watching him. He reached out a hand and brushed some of her short black hair behind her ear.
"How are you?" he asked softly even though no one could hear them.
She smiled slightly. "I'm ok."
"You're not sick anymore?"
"No, it passed pretty quickly."
"Does anyone else know?"
She shook her head. "I've been very careful Draco. Don't worry about it." She smiled, lifting the quilt and getting under it, pressing up against Draco's bare chest.
He smiled briefly in return, slipping his arm around her, lying back down. "It's my job to worry about you Pansy. I don't want to give them a reason to step it up. If they turned up tomorrow…" he trailed off and sighed.
Pansy leaned in and gently kissed his lips. "I know love, but we've been careful, they won't be there. I mean, when was the last time your parents picked you up off the train?" she smiled softly.
He smiled wryly. "I know, I know, it's just a nagging feeling is all." He looked intently into her pretty green eyes. "We'll be ok, so long as we move fast when we get there." He kissed her softly and smiled; immensely glad she had come over. He had been lying awake most of the night going over the plan again and again, making sure he had it in minute detail. Mentally counting up the money they had saved for the past year. Hoping against hope he could pull it off and get Pansy out.
"Draco." Pansy whispered her breath light against his face.
"Hmm?" he asked, letting his long fingers trail through her hair.
"Sing to me. That muggle song." She said. Burying her face into his shoulder, knowing he wouldn't refuse her. Draco never refused her.
Draco smiled. He had heard the song a few years ago. He couldn't remember where. Somewhere close to Diagon Ally. His father had hustled him away from the evil muggle influences quickly. But part of the song had stuck with him, and it was, he thought, quite appropriate to what was going to happen tomorrow, in a way.
Very glad of the silencing spell he began to sing softly, feeling Pansy's arms slip round him as she smiled into his shoulder.
"We gotta hold on, to what we got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other, and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot
O-o we're halfway there
O-o living on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear
O-o living on a prayer"
He just kept repeating it until either Pansy or he had fallen asleep, he couldn't remember, maybe both. One hand resting on her abdomen.