Rating:
R
House:
Astronomy Tower
Genres:
Romance
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
Stats:
Published: 07/02/2003
Updated: 07/02/2003
Words: 3,396
Chapters: 1
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Plain and Simple

Kihin Ranno

Story Summary:
"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar..." There are some things that require analyzing and deep thought. There are some things that have layers and layers of complexities to peel back to find the truth. There are some things that can never be explained no matter how much one looks into it. And then there are some things that are plain... and simple.

Posted:
07/02/2003
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953
Author's Note:
This is merely a look into the mind of Pansy Parkinson. I would hardly call it a terribly deep and thought provoking vignette that reveals things we never thought Pansy capable of doing... I hardly call it my best work, but it isn't my worst. It just is what it is... Plain and simple.

She smiled down hungrily at the sleeping boy beside her... More of a man than a boy in some aspects, and yet he was exactly the other way around in others. Odd how only minutes before he had been all man, for the art of love making often brought out the best and worst in him it seemed. And in her opinion the best qualities in him were the equivalent of his growing up, even if it was only for fifteen minutes in a day.

Now he looked like a little boy, asleep like that...

Some women might have found this oddly appealing. The look of a man they often felt was superior suddenly turning into a little boy stirred something in other women. A maternal instinct perhaps...

Well, not with Pansy Parkinson. She much preferred Draco Malfoy when he was wide awake. She would much rather appreciate his manhood than gaze upon him lovingly in the darkness. It wasn't her style.

She wanted more of him. She wanted him to wake up and be grown up again. She wanted to take him and she wanted him to take her. She wanted to be permanently entangled in the blond's arms and feel the deep sensations within her soul that he awoke within her. She wanted to hear him moan at her touch and she wanted to shudder at his again. She wanted more...

Yet it was not in the routine Pansy thought sadly as she slipped from the bed.

The two of them were creatures of habit by nature. So it had been no surprise to either one of them when it had gradually become a nightly thing with them... Well, most of the time. Basically, it all happened something like this. If either one or both of them was "in the mood" after supper, and it was a very rare thing when they weren't, they would retreat back to Draco's room and do their thing.

They had long since gotten rid of senseless things that wasted their time such as conversation or even foreplay. Pansy would perform a contraceptive charm and they'd "get the show on the road," so to speak. After about an hour of wanton passion, Draco would need a break (as he had never really been all that physically fit. Such was the price of being rich and pampered). He would sleep for an hour or so...

And things would continue as they had before once he awoke.

Pansy had grown rather accustomed to the routine of their nights, and she liked the majority of it. There was just that hour in there that she would like very much to remove.

But Pansy rarely ever got her way in this relationship.

Pansy tucked a few stray locks of hair behind her ears as she walked into Draco's private bathroom. Lucius Malfoy always wanted the best for his son... And when Draco asked for him to arrange a private room for Draco after a rather nasty incident with Crabbe and Goyle walking in on them, he had complied without question. A few more dollars out of the Malfoy pocket was nothing compared to his son's contentment...

Not that Lucius Malfoy actually cared for his son. It was just easier to let any Malfoy get their way, even though he was too was a Malfoy.

Pansy walked over to the claw footed tub in the middle of the room and turned on the hot water, watching as the steam already began to fill the room. She walked over to the mirror as it fogged up, staring at her reflection. She tossed her sweat matted hair playfully, which had been blonde when she had entered the room but now resembled something closer to brown. It was curly and quite messy after her romp with Draco, but she had to admit it looked pretty good for not having been tended to. Her hair had once been comprised of stiff ringlets that made her look like a Shirley Temple from hell, but recently she had learned that less is more when it came to hairspray. Her small eyes were brown, nothing really special about them. But she had long since gotten over that supposed fault in her appearance.

Draco had put it best when he said, "Why cares about how your eyes look? All I care about is what you're thinking when I look in your eyes. That's what I like to see when I look at you."

Pansy had mastered the looks of malicious glee, murderous rage, and snotty indifference since he had told her that.

Pansy continued to assess herself in the mirror, turning slightly to get a better look at her figure. She had to admit, she was hardly a stick, but she was hardly as fat at that Huffleduffer Hannah Abbot. The blonde much preferred to think of herself as curvaceous rather than anything else... Draco had also once made several remarks about her curves.

She smirked slightly, tossing her hair again. Dating Draco Malfoy definitely had its good points.

Pansy looked over her shoulder and noticed that the tub was just about full. She quickly moved back over to the tub and turned off the tap. As she climbed into the tub, she began to muse on her past seven years with Draco Malfoy... The ups and the downs.

Her first two years at Hogwarts had pretty much been a waste of time in her opinion. She had been low on the food chain. An unknown member of her house, always sitting by on the sidelines. She watched as the more prominent members of her house, in her own year, waltzed around. The favorites of Professor Snape. Members of the Quidditch team. The one's who told the best Mudblood jokes.

When she was younger, she merely idolized them. She had simply watched them all and desperately wished that she could be one of them. She had particularly watched Draco Malfoy and all of his exploits... Then, the summer before her third year she remembered something very important. Every girl has a summer that really changes her life, and that was Pansy's...

That was the summer when Pansy Parkinson remembered she was Slytherin.

Slytherins didn't wait around and mope about how they couldn't get what they wanted. No. They used every trick in the book and all of their resources and cunning in order to attain what they wanted. They picked a goal, reached for it, and got it. Slytherins didn't mope. Slytherins didn't wish. Slytherins didn't fail. So, Pansy had picked her goal, reached for it, and proceeded to screw it every night afterwards.

Pansy had quickly recognized that Draco was definitely the boy to latch on to. The only reason she had stayed away, aside from the fact that she had been acting stupid and childish at the ages of eleven and twelve, was a girl by the name of Millicent Bulstrode. Everyone, including Pansy, had assumed that Draco and Millicent would end up being the Slytherin power couple... But then along came Pansy, and she quickly knocked Millicent out of the running.

A little "accident" had placed the girl in the infirmary for about a month at the beginning of their third year. During that month, Pansy had been there to act as a replacement in Draco's gang. After all, he needed at least one girl to handle Hermione should they and the Trio get into a scuffle. Not that she would lower herself to actually put a hand on the filthy Mudblood, but a female was still very necessary. If for no other reason because Crabbe and Goyle weren't exactly much to look at. Well, needless to say, Draco had soon found a very good reason to prefer Pansy to Millicent. By the time the Bulstrode girl was released, Pansy was right at the top of the Slytherin Popularity Pyramid and Millicent... Well, she proved useful every now and again, but she just didn't seem to have Pansy's knack for subterfuge.

When Pansy wanted something, she got it by any means necessary.

She smirked again, settling down even farther into the frothy tub, still thinking about the half-man in the next room. Yes, she had been very correct in her instinct to latch on to Draco. If she had thought he was important in the beginning, she would never have been able to see how far he would fly by now. His father was now a known Death Eater, and while everyone in Slytherin knew it, the rest of the children at Hogwarts had not known, save a very select few. After Draco's father had been placed in Azkaban (and subsequently escaped it soon afterwards), everyone had treated Draco with a new found respect and fear. Even some of the teachers treaded lightly when they had him for a class. There had been few that dared to sneer at Draco to his face, but now they were too terrified to even do it when his back was turned.

Yes, being associated with Draco Malfoy was a very good thing indeed.

But she didn't pretend that it was all fun and games... Oh no, Draco Malfoy was not someone you got involved with unless you wanted more than a little mayhem injected into your life. His was not a normal, happy, safe life to live. His father was one of the Death Eaters, and high up in their dark circles as well. Lucius Malfoy was closely associated with the Dark Lord and Draco was expected to take his place and carry on a family tradition of darkness. And Draco had no qualms or second thoughts about doing this... He was as ambitious as they come. His father had taught him how to be that.

Some might say that Pansy was in over her head. That there might come a day when Draco would grow tired of her and turn on her. And when a Death Eater turned on you... Well, Pansy wasn't worried about that.

Draco and Pansy's relationship involved a battle of wills. It was an incessant and never ending battle for dominance. And no one ever won. Draco had ways of controlling her... and vice versa.

Pansy knew what she was getting into.

Still, there were times when even she wondered if this was really such a good thing to get involved in... What was power? It was fleeting. And with power came responsibilities... Power was a thing that men, Muggle and Pureblood alike sought after. It was a thing they often spend their entire lives trying to achieve and rarely ever get it. Or at least they are not satisfied with it... And she was not just getting into something as trivial as control of the Ministry. The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters wanted total and complete control of not just the wizarding world, but the world of the Muggles as well. World domination may be trite when one got right down to it, but that didn't matter to anyone involved... They wanted it, therefore they would do anything they could do to get it.

It went without saying that most Death Eaters had been Slytherin.

She was getting into something deadly and dangerous. Sometimes she found that she was frightened by just how much Draco yearned for, craved the power that he was seeking. Sometimes a look would come over his face and Pansy would have to physically restrain herself from shuddering in fear. She knew in the back of her mind that Draco would sacrifice anything to achieve his goal. Including her.

So Pansy knew she had to make herself indispensable. That was when the nightly routine began.

The Malfoys were a pureblooded line that every member of the family sought to continue. Later, Draco would be in need of an heir... And Pansy had made it very clear that she would be more than willing to supply that heir. She had begun to not just be a companion for Draco, but a necessary commodity. A bond had existed between them simply through house loyalty, but that quickly began to grow into something more. And suddenly, they had been the power couple of Slytherin.

Pansy knew how to play a very dangerous game.

And besides, when one got down to it, she would have power by association. Once her precious Draco had attained all the supremacy he wished, Pansy would have power simply because he did. All of the perks with none of the work. She would be living the good life because of his hard work.

Not all good things came about by hard work in her book.

Of course, there was just this one little speed bump in the way of attaining that power... And just the thought of them made Pansy's blood boil. She let out a growl deep within her throat just at the thought of them... The three Gryffindors that stood in between them and victory.

Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger.

Pansy's small eyes became even smaller as she narrowed them in anger. Those three had thwarted a number of good schemes and plots of the Dark Lord... Even as eleven year olds, they had proved formidable opponents (though they were often underestimated). When he had first tried to get rid of the one boy who had beat him, he was defeated. When his past self had tried to do the same, he was again there to foil the plan. When he had at long last received a human form (thanks to Potter himself ironically enough), he had actually managed to defeat the Dark Lord in a wizard's duel, something that was unheard of in their world. And then he had prevented him from getting the prophecy that they still knew nothing about... And every other time the two had faced each other, Potter had gotten out alive and relatively well.

It was disgusting.

And his two friends were of no help either. Ron Weasley, son of a Ministry worker and with not so much as two pennies to rub together... Well, it had used to be like that. But then those damn twins had become successful with that filthy joke shop and that had all changed. Ron was suddenly wearing robes that fit him and looking almost... clean. It was absolutely deplorable to see someone who did not deserve any type of luxury get it. And particularly in such an idiotic manner. All Weasleys belonged in the gutter for they didn't even deserve a trash can to live in for all he had done to get in the way of the Dark Lord's rise to power.

Then there was that dirty, soiled, repulsive little Mudblood, Granger. Always there to give the other two a solution to a problem. To remove her would render the other two helpless, but it had been tried multiple times and always they'd managed to wriggle their way out of danger. She was perhaps the one Pansy hated the most... She wasn't a Pureblood. She wasn't even a Half-blood! She came from a Muggle family and yet she was one of the most powerful witches in all of Hogwarts history. She was the first to master a spell and always ready with an answer to every question. Teachers were amazed by her and were constantly praising her publicly.

It was sickening the way they fawned at her feet.

If only they could maneuver around these three... if they could just get rid of one of them, they other two would be easy to get rid of. And without them, the Dark Lord could concentrate on his true goal.

Hostile takeover.

And when the day finally came when the Death Eaters could walk around without worries of being killed... When they could at last cleanse and purify the wizarding world, ridding the land of those who had dared to fight against him as well as the repulsive Mudbloods, starting with Granger (if she hadn't already been killed that is)... When the Muggle world was at long last put to good use and enslaved their life... On that day, Pansy would at last be content... And her name would become Pansy Malfoy.

All right, it didn't exactly have a ring to it, but it was still music to her ears.

Still, she knew in the back of her mind that the day would not be entirely happy. That was the one draw back to this entire ordeal. She could never hope to have all she longed for if she continued walking down this road... And she knew she could not stray from her path. She had sealed her fate long ago.

She was Pansy Parkinson. Future wife to Draco Malfoy. She would provide him an heir. She would be an ornament to hang on his arm. She would be his wife, confidant, lover, and friend. She would be everything to him...

She just wouldn't be in love with him.

Suddenly, she felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind. Pansy swiftly chased all of those thoughts out of her mind as though she were worried he might be able to tell what she was thinking. She allowed a mischievous grin to play on her red lips and settled back into the cooling water. She laughed dryly and didn't open her eyes. "Now, who would be so audacious as to interrupt my thoughts... Not many have that sort of nerve." She snorted slightly and said, "It must be Draco.

"Right as usual." The blond said, his desire permeating every single syllable that fell from his silver tongue. "Oh I do have quite a lot of nerve..." he said huskily behind her, his hands running up and down her arms, "And I believe you'll like the interruption I provide."

"Will I now?" Pansy said, trying to sound unconvinced, "Now I was sitting her rather enjoying myself, my bath, and my thoughts. I don't see how you could offer anything better."

Draco seemed to halt for a while in their normal routine... Oh sure, foreplay wasn't in the beginning, but now that some of their desires had been cooled, they had to build it up again. He rested his chin on her smooth shoulder and spoke softly in her ear, "What were you thinking about?"

"Oh just things..." Pansy said teasingly, "The future mostly."

Draco nibbled lightly on her ear, eliciting a tiny gasp from her. He chuckled and said, "Our future you mean?"

"Oh yes..." Pansy said as her breath started to become ragged.

Draco's grey eyes lit up a little and he quickly went back to the matter at hand, "Now what were talking about before...? Oh yes, distractions and how I was sure you'd like mine. Well since you doubt me..." Draco grinned evilly and sank his teeth into the delicate flesh on Pansy's neck, which now caused her to cry out in the proverbial mixture of pleasure in pain. He chuckled again and said, "Did you like that?"

"Yes..." Pansy said softly.

Draco laughed again, his hand drifting down towards her chest. Pansy was now having a very hard time catching her breath and she practically trembled with anticipation. His fingers were making feather like touches on her breasts that left goosebumps in their wake. "Do you like that?"

"Yes, Draco..."

Then Draco grabbed her breasts, holding them in a vice like grip. Pansy arched her beg, throwing her head back and gasping loudly. The blond behind her just smirked. He didn't even ask her this time.

"Draco..." Pansy somehow managed to force out.

"Yes Pansy dear?"

No, the relationship between the two of them was not love... It was often mistaken by others and perhaps even sometimes themselves as being love, but in the end they both knew it wasn't so. They would one day be in control, but for the time being they were pawns in the dangerous game that the Dark Lord and his father controlled. But they were far from innocent children who were being used. In a way, they wanted to be used because that meant that they would one day be on top of the world. And they had no qualms with power. So, what Draco and Pansy felt for each other was not love...

"Get in here."

It was lust.

"With pleasure."

Plain and simple.