RP : The morning after.
Date : February 17th 2003 (morning)
Characters : Pansy Parkinson & Draco Malfoy.
Location : Draco's house on Hexton Road.
Status : Private.
Summary : After a night of drunken conversations, the mornings are the worst to be facing. (backdated)
Complete : Complete.
Pansy stirred slightly as the sunlight coming through the drapes fell upon her face. Her first reaction was to turn away from it, but her eyes opened slowly, her hand coming up to shield her face from the light that seemed a little too bright. Rubbing her eyes and pushing herself into some sort of sitting position, she grimaced. There was an unpleasant buzz in her head, small signs of a hangover caused by last night's alcohol intake. She supposed it could've been worse since she had seen friends crawling to the bathroom to sit in the dark until they felt somewhat alive again. Luckily, Pansy had always been spared of those episodes herself.
She licked her dry lips and slipped out of the bed, stumbling into the bathroom to splash some water in her face. The reflection she saw in the mirror wasn't even so bad as she had expected. She looked as pale as always, her hair a bit knotted up maybe from tossing and turning in her sleep, while her clothes were a little rumpled since she slept in them. At least she didn't look like she had gone to hell and back. Glancing back to the bedroom, Pansy frowned, forcing her mind to wander back to last night's events. Getting drunk with Seamus, trying to stumble her way home and running into Draco instead... Brilliant.
She felt the urge to snoop around, but figured it wouldn't really be appreciated. Her memories from last night were a little hazy, but she would figure them out after a nice, hot shower. Quietly, she wondered if Draco was still asleep. Stripping her clothes off, she stepped into the shower and turned on the water. When the heat hit her skin, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. 'Ahh. Simple bliss.' She washed off the haze, but the buzz in her head remained. The fog in her mind started to clear a little, the snippets of last night's conversation coming back to her.
Their last few years at school had come up briefly, but had ended just as quickly as Draco had clearly not wanted to talk about them. Pansy thought back about those last two years at Hogwarts, about how lost she had felt without Draco taking confidence in her. He had closed himself off from most people in their house and even if she never voiced it, Pansy had worried. She had enjoyed being his friend, enjoyed having him around and having fun with him. But that had all vanished when they had entered sixth year.
Instead of trying to look like a lost puppy trailing behind him, she had concentrated on her classes and her N.E.W.T.s in her final year, which she had passed with ease. Even now, she didn't feel like pressing Draco into talking to her. She didn't want to press him into anything, she could only hope they could re-establish their friendship somehow, even with how the two of them had changed so much. She had missed him, more than she'd ever admit and part of her wondered - no, wished - if he had missed her, too, somehow.
Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, drying herself off and casting a quick cleaning charm on her clothing. That would just have to do for now. Starting to dress, she heard a stumbling sound coming from the adjoining room.
Characters : Pansy Parkinson & Draco Malfoy.
Location : Draco's house on Hexton Road.
Status : Private.
Summary : After a night of drunken conversations, the mornings are the worst to be facing. (backdated)
Complete : Complete.
Pansy stirred slightly as the sunlight coming through the drapes fell upon her face. Her first reaction was to turn away from it, but her eyes opened slowly, her hand coming up to shield her face from the light that seemed a little too bright. Rubbing her eyes and pushing herself into some sort of sitting position, she grimaced. There was an unpleasant buzz in her head, small signs of a hangover caused by last night's alcohol intake. She supposed it could've been worse since she had seen friends crawling to the bathroom to sit in the dark until they felt somewhat alive again. Luckily, Pansy had always been spared of those episodes herself.
She licked her dry lips and slipped out of the bed, stumbling into the bathroom to splash some water in her face. The reflection she saw in the mirror wasn't even so bad as she had expected. She looked as pale as always, her hair a bit knotted up maybe from tossing and turning in her sleep, while her clothes were a little rumpled since she slept in them. At least she didn't look like she had gone to hell and back. Glancing back to the bedroom, Pansy frowned, forcing her mind to wander back to last night's events. Getting drunk with Seamus, trying to stumble her way home and running into Draco instead... Brilliant.
She felt the urge to snoop around, but figured it wouldn't really be appreciated. Her memories from last night were a little hazy, but she would figure them out after a nice, hot shower. Quietly, she wondered if Draco was still asleep. Stripping her clothes off, she stepped into the shower and turned on the water. When the heat hit her skin, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. 'Ahh. Simple bliss.' She washed off the haze, but the buzz in her head remained. The fog in her mind started to clear a little, the snippets of last night's conversation coming back to her.
Their last few years at school had come up briefly, but had ended just as quickly as Draco had clearly not wanted to talk about them. Pansy thought back about those last two years at Hogwarts, about how lost she had felt without Draco taking confidence in her. He had closed himself off from most people in their house and even if she never voiced it, Pansy had worried. She had enjoyed being his friend, enjoyed having him around and having fun with him. But that had all vanished when they had entered sixth year.
Instead of trying to look like a lost puppy trailing behind him, she had concentrated on her classes and her N.E.W.T.s in her final year, which she had passed with ease. Even now, she didn't feel like pressing Draco into talking to her. She didn't want to press him into anything, she could only hope they could re-establish their friendship somehow, even with how the two of them had changed so much. She had missed him, more than she'd ever admit and part of her wondered - no, wished - if he had missed her, too, somehow.
Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, drying herself off and casting a quick cleaning charm on her clothing. That would just have to do for now. Starting to dress, she heard a stumbling sound coming from the adjoining room.