Pansy Parkinson

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Draco Malfoy (5th Yr.): rocketshippansy: Draco Malfoy (5th Yr.): rocketshippansy: Draco Malfoy…

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Draco snorted softly. “Saint Mungo’s is nearly as much of a joke as Hogwarts, if you ask me. The old wizarding families know…

 Pansy stared at him blankly for a moment, her eyes beginning to sting as she saw him look at her awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. In all honesty she had expected him to say it back, but yet here he was, in an eternal state of indecision. It’s not like they had known each other for a short time. To her, this wasn’t a quick thing, it had grown over a course of several years. His rejection was more than she could take, and tears threatened to pour over. “Extremely fond?” she said weakly, feeling her throat tighten over the poisonous words. She stared off into the distance, avoiding his eyes, knowing if she looked into them she’d break. “I see…” she said shakily.

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Draco snorted softly. “Saint Mungo’s is nearly as much of a joke as Hogwarts, if you ask me. The old wizarding families know how to deal with magical…

 Pansy’s eyes lit up at his appraisal. Knowing that he was behind her in her little decision made her feel as if a large weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She smiled widely, her steps gaining a little bounce. “My thoughts exactly! And I think it would be dreadfully interesting, being in the Department of Mysteries… everyday would be something new. That’s what I need, I reckon. I tend to get bored easily with mundane tasks,” she said, the words tumbling off her tongue. A few moments passed before she finally squeezed his hand, pulling him to a stop in front of her. They were nearly at the castle now, but she felt an impulse she needed to act on. “Draco, I love you,” she said, her eyes boring into his. She knew that the way of conversation hardly called for it, but she had once told herself that she would say it when she felt it. And in this moment, amongst their lazy stroll and their lighthearted chat, she felt it. Her eyes were soft on his, and she paused before continueing. “I’m not expecting you to say it back. I just wanted you to know,” she said, her hand reaching up to brush the side of his cheek.

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Draco snorted softly.  “Saint Mungo’s is nearly as much of a joke as Hogwarts, if you ask me.  The old wizarding families know how to deal with magical maladies on their own, or have family connections who can.  It’s really only the muggle lines who need others to take care of their botched potions reactions and mismanaged spells.”

 ”That’s not exactly why I’m deterred by it, but all the same that’s very true,” she said, sighing softly. “I’ve always kind of wanted to be an Unspeakable,” she said meekly, looking up at him, weighing his expression. She didn’t really mention this to anyone, and she feared his disapproval on it. “Though it’s only just a thought… I haven’t really spent much time figuring out my future, to be quite honest,” she said with a defeated sigh. It was true, she had spent far too much time off with Potter or Weasley than she should have, which sadly resulted in her neglecting to figure things out for herself.

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“Well, it’s going to be straight into the Ministry with me, I should think,” Draco replied easily enough.  One always needed a respectable day job.  “It’s just a matter of which department.  I’m considering Magical Law Enforcement.  I’d very much like the chance to influence just exactly what is considered legal and illegal magic, down the road.  Ministry’s gotten a bit too conservative in that area, and too liberal in others.”  He smoothed his free hand absently through his silvery blonde hair.

 Pansy nodded, a little relieved. She had expected something a bit more sinister. “Like father like son,” she said, though her mind wondered if that held true for more than just career choice. “That would be interesting, I suppose. Dead useful too.” Pansy paused a moment, wondering whether he was thinking the same thing she was. She looked over at him curiously. She wasn’t completely sure exactly how she felt about Draco becoming a Death Eater, if that were to be the path he chose. If it were anyone else, she’d edge them on encouragingly, but Draco… she wouldn’t be able to, knowing the kind of danger he’d be in on a day-to-day basis. She caught his eye, and smiled. She didn’t need to think about that now. Who was to even say that that would happen? She was worrying herself over nothing.

“Not to mention, I’ve heard it’s Potter’s ambition to become an Auror,” Malfoy grinned nastily.  “If he does make it that far, I’d love nothing better than to be above him, or down stream in the legal department.  Deny his requests for raids, or dismissing his arrests.”  Draco certainly wasn’t going to let this rivalry end after graduation.  If the Dark Lord didn’t off him, anyway.

 Pansy grinned wickedly. After what Potter did to her, she liked nothing more than the thought of Draco making things difficult for him, even after school had finished. “Oh, the fun you could have with that. I’m sure Potter would appreciate it,” she said with a small chuckle. “Though then again, you never really needed a Ministry position to show that you’re a higher level than him.”

“No, but I’d have been going to the Ministry even if the famous Potter had never turned up again.  There’s really no better place for a man of the Malfoy line.  It’s a bit of a shame, given my talent for potions, and how little used they are in politics, but that’s just the way of things,” he shrugged one shoulder.  “Are your parents pushing you in any particular direction?”

 Pansy looked at him curiously. “You could easily be a Potioneer, you know…” she said, her eyes lingering on him a moment before answering. She sighed at stared at the ground. ”My father wants me to be a Mediwitch,” she said, her nose wrinkling in her obvious disapproval. “His mother was one, and her mother before that, and her mother before that…  So, you know, he wants me to carry on tradition,” she said, her voice bitter. She had always viewed Mediwitches as having a dirty, undesirable job. The fact that her father was so insistant upon it was insulting.

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“Well, it’s going to be straight into the Ministry with me, I should think,” Draco replied easily enough.  One always needed a respectable day job.  “It’s just a matter of which department.  I’m considering Magical Law Enforcement.  I’d very much like the chance to influence just exactly what is considered legal and illegal magic, down the road.  Ministry’s gotten a bit too conservative in that area, and too liberal in others.”  He smoothed his free hand absently through his silvery blonde hair.

 Pansy nodded, a little relieved. She had expected something a bit more sinister. “Like father like son,” she said, though her mind wondered if that held true for more than just career choice. “That would be interesting, I suppose. Dead useful too.” Pansy paused a moment, wondering whether he was thinking the same thing she was. She looked over at him curiously. She wasn’t completely sure exactly how she felt about Draco becoming a Death Eater, if that were to be the path he chose. If it were anyone else, she’d edge them on encouragingly, but Draco… she wouldn’t be able to, knowing the kind of danger he’d be in on a day-to-day basis. She caught his eye, and smiled. She didn’t need to think about that now. Who was to even say that that would happen? She was worrying herself over nothing.

“Not to mention, I’ve heard it’s Potter’s ambition to become an Auror,” Malfoy grinned nastily.  “If he does make it that far, I’d love nothing better than to be above him, or down stream in the legal department.  Deny his requests for raids, or dismissing his arrests.”  Draco certainly wasn’t going to let this rivalry end after graduation.  If the Dark Lord didn’t off him, anyway.

 Pansy grinned wickedly. After what Potter did to her, she liked nothing more than the thought of Draco making things difficult for him, even after school had finished. “Oh, the fun you could have with that. I’m sure Potter would appreciate it,” she said with a small chuckle. “Though then again, you never really needed a Ministry position to show that you’re a higher level than him.”