Leigh!fic- Lost and Found (1/1)- Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Title: Lost and Found (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: Draco loses love, then finds it again
Author’s Notes: So, I placed second to last this week. Not surprising, but still...meh. This was my entry for the third challenge at dmpp_ldws . The prompt was "The couple that fights the most is the one most in love... it shows they care enough to notice the other one screwed up and care enough to mention it to the person so they can fix it. When you stop fighting it means you stopped caring."
Silence.
It hung in the air, settling like a heavy cloak over the room's two occupants. One could've heard a pin drop on the marble floor, and even the elves had the good sense to stay far away from the ballroom.
Draco, immaculate in his tailored dress robes, stood by the ornate mantle, staring into the flames. They danced merrily, oblivious to the resigned air in the room.
He was fairly certain they were mocking him.
"What are you saying, Astoria?" he asked quietly, his voice traveling across the space between his wife and him.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she approached him from behind, and he didn't even look at her as she placed her antique diamond ring on the mantle beside his hand.
"There's nothing left to fight about, Draco," she said softly. "I just don't care anymore."
And as she walked out of the ballroom, leaving the trail of her perfume floating in the air behind her, Draco realized that he didn't care, either.
*~*~*~*~*
Fights with Pansy had never been like those with Astoria. Pansy pushed him to his limits and then beyond. She was unafraid to challenge him; she might have been the only person, man or woman, to challenge him. It had annoyed him when they were children, been percieved as affectionate when they were teenagers, and now, it had developed into something much, much deeper.
"You are nothing more than an overgrown flobberworm with the sensitivity of a head of Chinese Chomping Cabbage!" she spat at him, arms crossed beneath her breasts. Her nostrils were flared with her irritation, and there was a dangerous glint to her dark brown eyes.
Draco took a step closer to her. "What do you expect me to do?" he shot back. "I'm his father, not his nanny elf. He's the Malfoy and Black heir-"
"And he's five years old," Pansy reminded him, none too gently. "Merlin, Draco, Scorpius isn't like you or I. He doesn't have to live with monomaniacal parents whose only allegiance lies with some demented half-blood like we did."
"He's still the sole heir to two of the oldest and purest families in Britain," Draco rebutted as he took another step closer so that they were practically toe to toe. "And he needs to learn-"
Pansy sneered and reached up to poke him in the chest. "Don't punish him because Astoria left, Draco. Take it out on me, but not him."
Draco opened his mouth to protest her accusations but before he could, she cut him off- again- by reaching up to fist her hand in his hair, bringing his lips down to hers in a bruising kiss.
His hands moved automatically to her hips, pulling her flush against him. She was soft and warm, and her body molded easily to his.
"Why?" he whispered when she pulled away.
"Because I love you enough to tell you when you're being a gigantic arse," she murmured. "Now shut up and kiss me again."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: Draco loses love, then finds it again
Author’s Notes: So, I placed second to last this week. Not surprising, but still...meh. This was my entry for the third challenge at dmpp_ldws . The prompt was "The couple that fights the most is the one most in love... it shows they care enough to notice the other one screwed up and care enough to mention it to the person so they can fix it. When you stop fighting it means you stopped caring."
Silence.
It hung in the air, settling like a heavy cloak over the room's two occupants. One could've heard a pin drop on the marble floor, and even the elves had the good sense to stay far away from the ballroom.
Draco, immaculate in his tailored dress robes, stood by the ornate mantle, staring into the flames. They danced merrily, oblivious to the resigned air in the room.
He was fairly certain they were mocking him.
"What are you saying, Astoria?" he asked quietly, his voice traveling across the space between his wife and him.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she approached him from behind, and he didn't even look at her as she placed her antique diamond ring on the mantle beside his hand.
"There's nothing left to fight about, Draco," she said softly. "I just don't care anymore."
And as she walked out of the ballroom, leaving the trail of her perfume floating in the air behind her, Draco realized that he didn't care, either.
*~*~*~*~*
Fights with Pansy had never been like those with Astoria. Pansy pushed him to his limits and then beyond. She was unafraid to challenge him; she might have been the only person, man or woman, to challenge him. It had annoyed him when they were children, been percieved as affectionate when they were teenagers, and now, it had developed into something much, much deeper.
"You are nothing more than an overgrown flobberworm with the sensitivity of a head of Chinese Chomping Cabbage!" she spat at him, arms crossed beneath her breasts. Her nostrils were flared with her irritation, and there was a dangerous glint to her dark brown eyes.
Draco took a step closer to her. "What do you expect me to do?" he shot back. "I'm his father, not his nanny elf. He's the Malfoy and Black heir-"
"And he's five years old," Pansy reminded him, none too gently. "Merlin, Draco, Scorpius isn't like you or I. He doesn't have to live with monomaniacal parents whose only allegiance lies with some demented half-blood like we did."
"He's still the sole heir to two of the oldest and purest families in Britain," Draco rebutted as he took another step closer so that they were practically toe to toe. "And he needs to learn-"
Pansy sneered and reached up to poke him in the chest. "Don't punish him because Astoria left, Draco. Take it out on me, but not him."
Draco opened his mouth to protest her accusations but before he could, she cut him off- again- by reaching up to fist her hand in his hair, bringing his lips down to hers in a bruising kiss.
His hands moved automatically to her hips, pulling her flush against him. She was soft and warm, and her body molded easily to his.
"Why?" he whispered when she pulled away.
"Because I love you enough to tell you when you're being a gigantic arse," she murmured. "Now shut up and kiss me again."