[RP Log: Draco, Pansy. PGish.]
Date: Tuesday, October 25th. (Yeah, this is way backdated. XD)
Summary: Pansy and Draco go for a stroll out on the Hogwarts grounds. Yaye.
Rating: PG.
It was a particularly nice day for October. A light wind set the changing leaves aflutter, leaves that weren't quite ready to let go just yet, no matter how insistently it coaxed them to. It sounded almost like whispering, an unintelligible, hushing sort of sound, and Draco smiled wryly at the thought, because neither wind nor leaves had the ability to whisper, now, did they?
Footsteps sounded behind him then, as if in answer to that rhetorical question, and he turned, already knowing who it was.
"Pansy." Lips quirked into a faint smirk, grey eyes softening. "It's been far too long. I was actually beginning to miss you, you know."
It really was a lovely day, Pansy had decided on her walk to meet Draco. She found it funny how the leaves were holding on for dear life, not yet ready to take the final plunge to earth. She had to fight off the urge to climb one of the trees, take ahold of a branch, and shake the thing until all the leaves were gone. Ladies do not climb trees nor wish for the demise of leaves. She could just hear her mother scolding her.
Pansy scrunched up her face and mumbled something very unladylike into the wind. When she saw Draco in the distance, she calmed instantly. She quickly walked towards him, biting her lip.
Beginning to miss her?
"Draco, Draco, Draco," she shook her head and laughed, "You really know how to sweet talk me, don't you?"
His smirk widened.
"Of course I do," he replied airily, chin at a superior tilt. "It's part of my irresistible charm." A step or two toward her, and he was snaking his arms around her waist, eyes glinting rather fondly. Oh, but it was good to be around fellow Slytherins again. He'd had quite enough of Gryffindors -- one Gryffindor in particular -- for several lifetimes.
"Now, as I recall, you owe me a stroll." Grey eyes narrowed, playful, and he tugged her in the direction of the steps leading down onto the Hogwarts lawns.
And this was how it was. This is how it should be. The prince of Slytherin dragging the princess of Slytherin down stairs that she would inevitably trip over on the way. When they reached the bottom she looked over at him and grinned. "You're lucky I didn't fall this time, Draco Malfoy. I look awful with bruises. Ruins my complexion."
She looked away and then back, "So, where to, Monsieur Irresistible?"
"I find it hard to believe that you could ever look awful," he shot back lightly, head tilting to the side in contemplation. "Rumpled, perhaps, but you're rather adorable when you're rumpled."
Draco pulled her toward him, taking a few steps backward until they were in the shade cast by the castle wall. Pansy's tone had been playful, but even so, the lilt of her voice when she spoke French always seemed to have a way of getting to him. And the worst part was, she probably knew it.
"And I was actually thinking of a walk around the lake," he continued in answer to her query, turning them both around so that Pansy's back was to the wall instead of his. Grey eyes glinted, sly, but his tone was all feigned innocence. "Unless you had a better idea?"
"Oh yes," she scoffed, "I look just fetching rumpled."
She raised in eyebrow at his question. "Moi? A better idea?" She loved watching Draco get flustered over her random spurts of French. She put her arms around his neck and smirked at him. "Proper ladies never make the first move. I couldn't possibly sully my image..."
Lips twitched upward, eyes flashing, and his hands were at her waist, gripping loosely as he traced lazy circles into her skin with both of his thumbs. He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching, a cool, autumn breeze fluttering across the nape of his neck even as warm breath ghosted across his lips.
"Mm? What image?" A low murmur, teasing.
"True. Very true." She gently drummed her fingers on his shoulders. She looked him in the eyes and grinned. It was common knowledge that Pansy's "image" had been sullied long ago. She wasn't proud of that fact, but she didn't try to prove it false either. 'Let them believe what they want' had became her mantra early. She licked her lips and raised a brow. "Are we done talking yet?"
A sharp-edged smirk this time, all flashing teeth and liquid charm.
"Minx." His lips brushed hers as he spoke.
And then he was closing the infintesimal distance between them, nipping lightly at her lower lip before running his tongue along the abused flesh to soothe the nonexistent sting.
She shivered at the touch of his tongue on her lips. While moving her right hand to his face, she tried to strengthen the kiss. She was trying to find a feeling she knew. The kiss didn't feel the same as it used to.
Pansy knitted her brows together, pulling away. "Draco..." She stopped herself and dropped her arms. "Something -- Something is different."
The words gave him pause, eliciting a look of perplexed curiosity. A crease formed on his brow as Draco looked down at her, gaze inquiring.
"Different?" The quirk of an eyebrow. "Well, I know I've always said that a Malfoy doesn't do it outdoors, but that's susceptible to change, you know."
Unsure, she looked away from him. Maybe it was just her imagination. That had to be it. "Right," she said, looking back at him. "That must be it."
She blushed and looked away again. "Sorry..."
He regarded her for a moment, gaze vaguely contemplative. Clearly, she wasn't convinced, but then Draco didn't exactly know what she was on about either. Unless --
A light scoff, and Draco was dismissing the thought before it had even fully entered his mind. What was she going to do? Smell Potter on him? Perhaps she had been able to tell that Draco had recently been with someone, but that had never been an issue before. Their relationship had always been a casual sort of thing, unestablished and, frankly, convenient. To Draco, Pansy was an invaluable friend, one of the few people whom he trusted, perhaps even loved. He shared more with her than he did with anyone; why not share the physical aspects of a relationship as well?
It made sense, in a Slytherin sort of way. And Draco was nothing if not sensible.
Which brought him to his current state of confusion. Pansy wouldn't have necessarily been bothered if she'd suspected that he'd been with someone -- not so much that he couldn't make it up to her later, anyway. What, then, was the matter?
Blinking, he focused his attention back on her, expression softening even as he did so. Lips brushed over the pale skin of her forehead, a warm touch, and when he pulled back, the look of faint amusement was back. "Sorry for what?"
Sometimes, Pansy forgot that Draco and her were just very close friends. Nothing more, nothing less. She sighed and looked into his eyes. "Right." Right. It was okay. At least Draco was here, with her. With her. Was he ever really with her?
"Forget about it."
Pansy wasn't sure if that was meant for Draco ... or herself.
He raised a speculative eyebrow but said nothing more on the matter -- simply nodded with the air of one who was not entirely convinced. If Pansy wanted to drop it, then he'd drop it.
Not that it always worked like that; Draco could be a stubborn bastard when it came to subjects that he was intent upon pursuing (and his peers knew this only too well), but surely if the matter at hand was pressing, Pansy wouldn't seem so intent upon abandoning it.
"Right, then. Come on." He took a step back, gently pulling her away from the wall by tugging at her arm. "Unless my memory is failing me -- which is impossible, by the way, because, as you know, I happen to have an excellent memory -- you promised me a stroll. Therefore, I demand an end to your distractions, wench."
"Well, I am rather beautiful ..." A smug look graced her face, as she looked at Draco. "No wonder you were distracted."
A soft snort.
"And let's not forget modesty personified," he shot back, lips quirking as they made their way across the sloping lawns together. "Sometimes I almost think my ego should quake in the shadow of yours."
"Honestly, Draco, you give me far too much credit. No one's ego could possibly surpass your own!" she said, in a sweet sing-song voice. Pansy bent down and picked up a golden leaf, twisting it by the stem.
Draco pretended to give this some thought, tilting his head to the side and regarding her with pursed lips.
"No, I suppose not," he began, his serious expression belied by the glittering amusement in his eyes. "Though if anyone's ego could claim the honor, it would be yours, I assure you." Leaning down, pale fingers pulled up a handful of grass, sending the green blades flying in Pansy's general direction, a shower of decidedly ineffective retribution. "Brat."
Brushing off the blades, Pansy glared at Draco.
"Do you want me to go crazy on your arse, Draco Malfoy?" She poked him in the shoulder, hard. She knew she could totally take him. No doubt about it.
A knife-bright smile manifested itself on Draco's face, and he looked down at her for a moment, catching a piece of grass that had tangled itself up in her hair.
"Darling, I'm afraid I value my physical well being far too much to challenge you on that," he informed her in the most serious tone he could muster.
She grinned triumphantly. "That's what I thought!"
She moved closer to Draco. "I'm getting cold," she whined, shivering. "We better get back inside or else I'll freeze and then you'll have to explain to my dearest mother how you let me freeze."
"Can't have that, can we?" he asked with an indulgent grin, slipping an arm around her waist. "Your mother can be almost as terrifying as you."
She was a solid warmth against his side, and Draco would have teased her for being a complaining brat if it weren't for the faint tremors he could feel running through her frame. A gentle squeeze, and they turned, heading back in the direction of the castle.
Summary: Pansy and Draco go for a stroll out on the Hogwarts grounds. Yaye.
Rating: PG.
It was a particularly nice day for October. A light wind set the changing leaves aflutter, leaves that weren't quite ready to let go just yet, no matter how insistently it coaxed them to. It sounded almost like whispering, an unintelligible, hushing sort of sound, and Draco smiled wryly at the thought, because neither wind nor leaves had the ability to whisper, now, did they?
Footsteps sounded behind him then, as if in answer to that rhetorical question, and he turned, already knowing who it was.
"Pansy." Lips quirked into a faint smirk, grey eyes softening. "It's been far too long. I was actually beginning to miss you, you know."
It really was a lovely day, Pansy had decided on her walk to meet Draco. She found it funny how the leaves were holding on for dear life, not yet ready to take the final plunge to earth. She had to fight off the urge to climb one of the trees, take ahold of a branch, and shake the thing until all the leaves were gone. Ladies do not climb trees nor wish for the demise of leaves. She could just hear her mother scolding her.
Pansy scrunched up her face and mumbled something very unladylike into the wind. When she saw Draco in the distance, she calmed instantly. She quickly walked towards him, biting her lip.
Beginning to miss her?
"Draco, Draco, Draco," she shook her head and laughed, "You really know how to sweet talk me, don't you?"
His smirk widened.
"Of course I do," he replied airily, chin at a superior tilt. "It's part of my irresistible charm." A step or two toward her, and he was snaking his arms around her waist, eyes glinting rather fondly. Oh, but it was good to be around fellow Slytherins again. He'd had quite enough of Gryffindors -- one Gryffindor in particular -- for several lifetimes.
"Now, as I recall, you owe me a stroll." Grey eyes narrowed, playful, and he tugged her in the direction of the steps leading down onto the Hogwarts lawns.
And this was how it was. This is how it should be. The prince of Slytherin dragging the princess of Slytherin down stairs that she would inevitably trip over on the way. When they reached the bottom she looked over at him and grinned. "You're lucky I didn't fall this time, Draco Malfoy. I look awful with bruises. Ruins my complexion."
She looked away and then back, "So, where to, Monsieur Irresistible?"
"I find it hard to believe that you could ever look awful," he shot back lightly, head tilting to the side in contemplation. "Rumpled, perhaps, but you're rather adorable when you're rumpled."
Draco pulled her toward him, taking a few steps backward until they were in the shade cast by the castle wall. Pansy's tone had been playful, but even so, the lilt of her voice when she spoke French always seemed to have a way of getting to him. And the worst part was, she probably knew it.
"And I was actually thinking of a walk around the lake," he continued in answer to her query, turning them both around so that Pansy's back was to the wall instead of his. Grey eyes glinted, sly, but his tone was all feigned innocence. "Unless you had a better idea?"
"Oh yes," she scoffed, "I look just fetching rumpled."
She raised in eyebrow at his question. "Moi? A better idea?" She loved watching Draco get flustered over her random spurts of French. She put her arms around his neck and smirked at him. "Proper ladies never make the first move. I couldn't possibly sully my image..."
Lips twitched upward, eyes flashing, and his hands were at her waist, gripping loosely as he traced lazy circles into her skin with both of his thumbs. He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching, a cool, autumn breeze fluttering across the nape of his neck even as warm breath ghosted across his lips.
"Mm? What image?" A low murmur, teasing.
"True. Very true." She gently drummed her fingers on his shoulders. She looked him in the eyes and grinned. It was common knowledge that Pansy's "image" had been sullied long ago. She wasn't proud of that fact, but she didn't try to prove it false either. 'Let them believe what they want' had became her mantra early. She licked her lips and raised a brow. "Are we done talking yet?"
A sharp-edged smirk this time, all flashing teeth and liquid charm.
"Minx." His lips brushed hers as he spoke.
And then he was closing the infintesimal distance between them, nipping lightly at her lower lip before running his tongue along the abused flesh to soothe the nonexistent sting.
She shivered at the touch of his tongue on her lips. While moving her right hand to his face, she tried to strengthen the kiss. She was trying to find a feeling she knew. The kiss didn't feel the same as it used to.
Pansy knitted her brows together, pulling away. "Draco..." She stopped herself and dropped her arms. "Something -- Something is different."
The words gave him pause, eliciting a look of perplexed curiosity. A crease formed on his brow as Draco looked down at her, gaze inquiring.
"Different?" The quirk of an eyebrow. "Well, I know I've always said that a Malfoy doesn't do it outdoors, but that's susceptible to change, you know."
Unsure, she looked away from him. Maybe it was just her imagination. That had to be it. "Right," she said, looking back at him. "That must be it."
She blushed and looked away again. "Sorry..."
He regarded her for a moment, gaze vaguely contemplative. Clearly, she wasn't convinced, but then Draco didn't exactly know what she was on about either. Unless --
A light scoff, and Draco was dismissing the thought before it had even fully entered his mind. What was she going to do? Smell Potter on him? Perhaps she had been able to tell that Draco had recently been with someone, but that had never been an issue before. Their relationship had always been a casual sort of thing, unestablished and, frankly, convenient. To Draco, Pansy was an invaluable friend, one of the few people whom he trusted, perhaps even loved. He shared more with her than he did with anyone; why not share the physical aspects of a relationship as well?
It made sense, in a Slytherin sort of way. And Draco was nothing if not sensible.
Which brought him to his current state of confusion. Pansy wouldn't have necessarily been bothered if she'd suspected that he'd been with someone -- not so much that he couldn't make it up to her later, anyway. What, then, was the matter?
Blinking, he focused his attention back on her, expression softening even as he did so. Lips brushed over the pale skin of her forehead, a warm touch, and when he pulled back, the look of faint amusement was back. "Sorry for what?"
Sometimes, Pansy forgot that Draco and her were just very close friends. Nothing more, nothing less. She sighed and looked into his eyes. "Right." Right. It was okay. At least Draco was here, with her. With her. Was he ever really with her?
"Forget about it."
Pansy wasn't sure if that was meant for Draco ... or herself.
He raised a speculative eyebrow but said nothing more on the matter -- simply nodded with the air of one who was not entirely convinced. If Pansy wanted to drop it, then he'd drop it.
Not that it always worked like that; Draco could be a stubborn bastard when it came to subjects that he was intent upon pursuing (and his peers knew this only too well), but surely if the matter at hand was pressing, Pansy wouldn't seem so intent upon abandoning it.
"Right, then. Come on." He took a step back, gently pulling her away from the wall by tugging at her arm. "Unless my memory is failing me -- which is impossible, by the way, because, as you know, I happen to have an excellent memory -- you promised me a stroll. Therefore, I demand an end to your distractions, wench."
"Well, I am rather beautiful ..." A smug look graced her face, as she looked at Draco. "No wonder you were distracted."
A soft snort.
"And let's not forget modesty personified," he shot back, lips quirking as they made their way across the sloping lawns together. "Sometimes I almost think my ego should quake in the shadow of yours."
"Honestly, Draco, you give me far too much credit. No one's ego could possibly surpass your own!" she said, in a sweet sing-song voice. Pansy bent down and picked up a golden leaf, twisting it by the stem.
Draco pretended to give this some thought, tilting his head to the side and regarding her with pursed lips.
"No, I suppose not," he began, his serious expression belied by the glittering amusement in his eyes. "Though if anyone's ego could claim the honor, it would be yours, I assure you." Leaning down, pale fingers pulled up a handful of grass, sending the green blades flying in Pansy's general direction, a shower of decidedly ineffective retribution. "Brat."
Brushing off the blades, Pansy glared at Draco.
"Do you want me to go crazy on your arse, Draco Malfoy?" She poked him in the shoulder, hard. She knew she could totally take him. No doubt about it.
A knife-bright smile manifested itself on Draco's face, and he looked down at her for a moment, catching a piece of grass that had tangled itself up in her hair.
"Darling, I'm afraid I value my physical well being far too much to challenge you on that," he informed her in the most serious tone he could muster.
She grinned triumphantly. "That's what I thought!"
She moved closer to Draco. "I'm getting cold," she whined, shivering. "We better get back inside or else I'll freeze and then you'll have to explain to my dearest mother how you let me freeze."
"Can't have that, can we?" he asked with an indulgent grin, slipping an arm around her waist. "Your mother can be almost as terrifying as you."
She was a solid warmth against his side, and Draco would have teased her for being a complaining brat if it weren't for the faint tremors he could feel running through her frame. A gentle squeeze, and they turned, heading back in the direction of the castle.