Me, Pansy, and a bottle of bubbly by the shore.

[_draco_m_]

He wasn't really paying much attention to his classes and all that other rubbish, the usual goingons of the beginning of term. He was far too preoccupied for things of that nature

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[pureprincess_p]

Pansy was trying to stay awake on her rounds... it was a very blah kind of night. She was at least hoping to confiscate something interesting to keep her occupied, like some alcohol or a sparkler or some Weasel toys (not that she'd ever admit that.)

As she turned the corner, suddenly she saw a small light flying towards her. It piqued her attention, and she lit her wand brighter.

"Lumos maximo!" she whispered, which ended up being useful, for as the note approached Pansy, it shone brighter until it reached her hand-- then the light extinguished.

Using her wand, she read over the note. Thirteen minutes, really Draco? Luckily she wasn't too far from the dungeons. She would just have to stall a bit. Perhaps stop by the kitchens on her way down? Often Prefects could score a bit to eat or drink to keep awake.

[pureprincess_p]

She walked towards him as he spoke, finishing his sentence-- "Devastatingly dangerous? Yeah, I know."

Pansy was legitimately torn. She was so worried about her friend, but also ultimately proud of him for having such an honor brought upon him.

"It's an honor that comes with a life threatening responsibility.." Didn't that ring a bell... wait... her eyes flashed and she returned to her safe speaking area at his ear. "Are they making you... one of them? The mark?"

[_draco_m_]

He had been avoiding this part of the conversation, but of course Pansy would be too quick to let it slip by unannounced.

Similarly, he was avoiding the Mark. Besides everything it would mean to accept one, which he could barely bring himself to think upon, he had heard strange rumour surrounding the actual ritual that was involved. It was as good as impossible to get that kind of deep, hidden information out of any Death Eater, but they would be the only few who actually knew it's detail, if anyone.

Still, rumour existed, and he had heard things that would make being skinned and rolled in sand sound like a vacation.

Things that even I will not describe.
Yet.

Dear old dad's basically already signed over the lease to my left arm, his right palm came in contact with that spot, still pale and unMarked; a protective gesture, but Mother never took one herself. It makes me wonder if I have to, but my Father you know.. He leaned closer still, he'd really go apeshit if we didn't match, I think.He could see Lucius' Dark Mark in his head,

[pureprincess_p]

Would she? It was a valid question. Her parents were currently in a bit of trouble, considering their questionable conduct during HWMNBN's disappearance. They hadn't exactly believed he was still alive. They were two of the wizards Barty Crouch Jr. had been talking about when he'd said, "If there's something I hate more than any other, it's a Death Eater who walked free. They turned their backs on my master when he needed them most."

So Pansy's family was working its way back into the Dark Lord's good graces. It was quite the long road back.

She gave a curt nod. "Of course." It was a short response, but there was no other option. Live or die scenarios tended to have easy answers like that for Pansy.

"Not that it would be easy," she allowed, after watching for a reaction from Draco.

ooc: I have finally drawn many conclusions about Pansy and her family, so I feel better about answering his question. ;] Sorry for the delay, but trust me I do want to finish this thread!

[_draco_m_]

Of course, he parroted. He wondered vaguely how she could be so sure, when he himself was so uncertain. But Pansy was always full of surprises, plenty of self-confidence, and some unmistakable darkness.
That's why he kept her.

It would certainly help the Parkinson's standing with, y'know. If they have me receive it soon.. everyone permitting.. would you come with me?

He punctuated it with a mile long glance, Get them together?

[pureprincess_p]

Pansy's heart beat was through the roof, but she was used to holding her cool. Of course, she hadn't had much experience in the Dark Lord's presence...

But the thought of having Draco by her side. Together they could present themselves as his servants. Fighting for what they'd been talking about all of these years. His help within the castle.

She gave another quick nod, but replied, "Do you think it will come to that so soon? We are still fifth years."

Sure, it was stating the obvious, but pessimistic Pansy was right. They would be the youngest Death Eaters if they joined.

[_draco_m_]

I imagine that, before I officially claim the post of His potioneer, I will have to take it. He looked down into his lap.

It may be as soon as I clear the Hogwarts' curriculum or, he took a deep breath, as soon as He thinks I am ready. But I have a good feeling that it is inevitable no matter what I think on it. And between you and I...

He moved his head as though he were clearing webs from it, I just can't make a mistake, that's all. I just need to focus on my perfection.

He quickened then, turning to face her and taking her hands.

Tell me you'll come with me, he couldn't help it but his voice may have cracked, promise me I won't have to do this alone. Can you do that?

[pureprincess_p]

Pansy's head was spinning. Now it seemed all so phony. How could he trust Draco to do all of this work? Shouldn't Snape be taking on such difficult tasks?

Her friend of all of these years... one who never seemed to need anyone (except maybe some dumb muscle to stand beside him) was now almost telling her that he needed her. Her.

"Of- Ofcourse," she faltered this time, unable to keep herself steady after hearing Draco's voice crack. "You'll always be able to count on me."

Slowly, as though for fear of breaking him, she took her right hand out of his grasp and brought it to his hair. She instantly was brought back to a memory-- A few years back, when Draco had rested his head in her lap, and she'd stroked his hair. Pansy ran her fingers through it with the same gentleness she'd shown then, and wondered, as she had then, exactly where she stood with the soon-to-be Potioneer.

[_draco_m_]

A smirk spread widely on his pale features as her confirmation surged through him with speed.

Pansy, he stopped himself from shaking his head in disbelief, mostly because he'd known it the entire time, and partially because he was minutely moving into her touch, that's brilliant.

It was exactly what he'd wanted, and his confidence was flooded. Perhaps he felt, momentarily, what the Dark Lord felt every time a new recruit was made. As he mused privately on these things, he felt the shivers of her touch fall down his back.

His voice was low, gently pawing back with his syllables, We'll really have to keep an eye out for eachother, then. He gave her left hand a squeeze, not pulling away.

[pureprincess_p]

"Since when do we not?" she replied, feeling a bit more haughty about the whole thing. Pansy slid her hand down to his neck, and after an absentminded pause, she began rubbing his shoulders. She loved rubbing people's backs-- she was actually quite good at it.

She knew when she thought back on this moment she'd not only wish more was happening, but also wonder exactly what she had just made her role in all of this...

She gave Draco's hand a squeeze, putting her head on his shoulder.

[_draco_m_]

Her hands worked a low, pleased sound from his throat. He was getting a little anxious now, for entirely different reasons. As her head came to his shoulder, he took one last moment to drink in this memory himself, one he would remember when he was old, maybe. If he lived that long. Or during recollection when about to die. Or any other number of times in the future when he may wonder on how it all began.

Perhaps we should get on back to our duties? He didn't make to leave but continued with, Snape is the last person i'd want to find us down here, spilling such dangerous and secret secrets. His voice held a touch of mischief.

Cementing Pansy in the ranks of the Dark Side would be easier than any of the others he knew, and until then, it was just theirs.

[pureprincess_p]

Pansy raised her head off his shoulder. Her fantasy ended, and the reality of it all was beginning to sink in. She slid her hand out of his, and raised her wand to lower her charms.

"We've been pushing our luck enough as it is," she smiled, though inside she could tell she was going to start shaking the moment she was alone.

[brews_potions]

Swinging open the trapdoor with the intention of getting a few supplies, Snape was loathe to find students hanging about the area unsupervised - Malfoy and Parkinson no exception. He neatly shut the door with an audible snap, glaring at the teenagers in front of him.

His lip curled in a sneer as he spoke. “What is the meaning of this?”

[_draco_m_]

Fuck.

His worst nightmare, other than the obvious predicament with the Dark Lord, was to be found by someone Marked- Snape no less- detailing it to another student.

He had to say something, fast.

We needed ingredients for- for what?

We chased a one of Luna's creatures down here to try and stomp it out- what creature is she always on about?

We thought we heard a noise-- so we locked ourselves in? That's no good.

With a stone cold face, no trace of humour whatsoever,

I apologize, Professor. He looked at Pansy, we were just--

He shut his eyes closed over the awkward moment, no more relieved than when he opened them and they were still there, in front of Snape.

snogging, Sir.

[pureprincess_p]

Pansy turned absolutely Gryffindor red, whichever was never a flattering color on her. "We were finished with rounds Sir," she managed to add, though it probably wouldn't help. Pansy was only afraid of one Professor's true anger, and he was standing before her.