A/N: I know my characters are young but both are, seemingly, purebloods and their parents both try and push the idea of marrying them off upon them. Think about royalty in the past. The parents try to arrange their sons and daughters to marry at such young ages. It is only natural for Draco to have such thoughts.
The first class that Pansy had that day was Potions with Professor Snape. She decided it was probably best to get there early and quickly made her way to the classroom right after breakfast. When she walked in, she found that she wasn't the only one who had arrived early. Hermione Granger was sitting in the very front and center desk, a text book, paper, and quill lay neatly across her desk. Pansy scoffed as she walked up to her.
"What are you doing here so early, Mudblood?"
"I thought it would be a good choice to get here early just in case. I am Hermione Gran…"
"I know who you are, Mudblood. You hang out with the "Oh-Great-One" and that…that…Weasley."
"I would hardly call it hanging out. They merely were my box-mates on the train ride. In fact, they are rather immature if you ask me."
"Well, what do you expect with such low standards in friends?" Pansy asked.
"I have low standards in friends? You instantly befriended Draco Malfoy!"
"And what exactly is your point?" Pansy asked.
"He's a Malfoy!"
"He's more than just a last name, Mudblood. It'd do you good to remember that."
Pansy threw her nose up to the air and walked towards the back of the classroom. It was people like Hermione Granger that really got on her nerves. They always thought they were better than everyone else. Especially Hermione. She had gotten into Hogwarts not based on her wizardry but because she was smart. She wasn't even magic-born. The thought was sickening to a pureblood like Pansy. Luckily, she didn't have to contaminate herself alone for long. Draco was soon to saunter in and behind him, the two unfortunate beasts.
"Parkinson," Draco nodded curtly.
"Draco," Pansy mimicked his action, "Ready for your first class or your first day?"
"Parkinson, I was born ready. Where's Snape?"
"I don't know," Pansy shrugged, "When I got here, it was just me and the Mudblood."
Draco didn't say anything else, but took a seat next to her. He still couldn't stop thinking about what she had said earlier in the dining hall. Was he game? Could he handle her? Sure, Pansy wasn't the easiest person to get along with and sure, she wasn't the easiest to talk with but he had never asked for easy. He recalled the night before leaving to go to Hogwarts. He had gone to his father's study and knocked on the door, shaking with fear; his father hated disruption.
"Come in," his father's voice boomed.
"Father," Draco nodded with respect, "I-I was wondering if you'd have the time for us to…talk."
"Draco," Lucius berated, "I am a very busy man. I do not have time for childish talks."
"I know, Father. I am sorry for disturbing you," Draco said, before turning to leave.
"Wait," Lucius sighed, "What is it that you would like to talk about, son?"
"I just wanted to talk to you about Hogwarts."
"Ah," Lucius nodded, and for the first time in a long time, a smile spread across his face, "I am very excited for you, Draco. Hogwarts is a very prestigious school. You will learn many things and make many great memories."
"That's just the thing, Father," Draco's eyes fell downcast in embarrassment, "I-I am worried about the memories. I hear all these grand stories from you and from Mother and I just wish I could have such great memories. What if…what if I don't make friends?"
"Draco!" Lucius chided, "You are a Malfoy! Of course you shall make friends."
"But friends who like me for something more than just me being a Malfoy."
"Draco, Draco, Draco," Lucius shook his head, "What more is there than being a Malfoy?"
"I-I don't know."
"That's because being a Malfoy is a great privilege. Many people will envy you. That will be your greatest advantage."
"You met Mother at Hogwarts."
"That's true," Lucius nodded again, "And you shall meet a wonderful woman yourself, Draco."
"And if I don't?"
"That's out of the question!" Lucius shouted, "Now then, listen to me, Draco: you will find a girl – a pureblood girl – and she must be the one at your side. For every strong man, there is a strong woman at his side. Just…don't tell your mother I said that," Lucius blushed.
"Now then, go on!" Lucius waved him away, "I am busy."
"I am glad we had this talk."
"I am too," Draco sighed, before shutting the door behind him.
Well, now he had met a girl, a girl who was strong enough to stand at his side. The question was, was he strong enough to stand next to hers?
"Hello, class," a nasally voice announced from the front of the class. Draco had been to busy lost in his thoughts to notice that the class was now full and Snape had now entered, "Welcome to your first day of Potions. As all of you know, I am Professor Snape. Today we will be completing a simple vocabulary exercise. Open your texts to page one-hundred-and-forty-one. Copy down the vocabulary word and write the definition and a situation in which this will come in use. Understood?"
The class all mumbled a "yes sir" before dutifully beginning their work. Draco pulled out his notebook and quill. The assignment was a piece of cake and he knew he could finish it in a good fifteen to twenty minutes. Quickly, he began to do as Snape had asked. As he was writing, he couldn't stop thinking about Pansy. She was difficult but she was strong. A girl had to be strong to put up with a Malfoy. Then again, he was too young to even be thinking of things like that, even if his father and mother were first years when they began their courtship. Draco shook the thoughts of his parents, of love, and of Pansy from his head.
After class, Draco tried his best to avoid Pansy at all costs. He sat away from her in the other classes they shared and when she would glance at him, he would eagerly go into a riveting tale of courage or valor with Astoria. It was enough to drive Pansy mad. Draco had no real reason to avoid her except for the fact that he was scared. Yes, Draco Malfoy was scared of a five foot, ninety-five pound girl. In fact, he was terrified. Ever since his talk with Lucius, Draco had wished that he could have the same story as his parents. Now that he had his chance, the mere thought of it scared him.
After classes, Draco retreated to the common room and tried to sort out his thoughts. I like Parkinson, Draco Mused, she's a decent looking girl and fairly raw around the edges. Any guy would be lucky to have her. Her whit is sharp and so is her sarcasm but she has become – over the course of these two days – quite a good friend. I can't just go about ignoring her like this! Yes indeed, we are too young to even consider a future like my mother and father's but we can work on it, can't we? She's defiantly strong enough to be the wife of a Malfoy. And Father has been pushing this whole marriage thing on me since early talks of Hogwarts. It is expected of me to find love here – or something close to whatever the meaning of that word is – and now that I have found what could possibly become that, I don't want it. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. Bloody Parkinson!
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you, Malfoy?"
Draco looked up and saw a very irate Pansy Parkinson standing in front of him. Her arms were folded across her chest and she had a deep scowl etched across her face.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco shrugged innocently.
"You bloody well do!" Pansy shouted, "You have been brushing me off as if I were nothing all day!"
Draco winced at her words, "Look, Parkinson, I was just busy…"
"Draco," Pansy sighed, looking rather defeated, "We are supposed to be friends, is that not correct? We are supposed to be good friends and look out for each other and protect each other and not because of the blood that runs within us but because of who we both are!"
"I do…want to be your friend," Draco exhaled, "It's just…"
"Just what?" Pansy asked, exasperatedly, "What is it?"
"It's just…I don't know how."
"Really…I don't. My parents are trying to push this idea that people should want to be friends with me out of jealousy and envy and that I need to carry on their tradition of marrying someone who will be strong and powerful and I…I am too young to even think of things like that!"
"Then don't," Pansy sat on the floor next to his chair, "You and I can be friends without thinking of money or power and I can assure you, despite how much I like you Draco, I too am too young to even think of the word marriage."
"What do you propose we do then?" Draco asked.
"Be friends and nothing more."
"At least not until we are older," Pansy assured him, "Besides, you're too immature for me right now anyways."