Thread: Not All Slytherins Are Evil (LadyAthene & The Gothic Temptress's 1x1)

Pansy Parkinson A very similar train of thought was going through Pansy's mind. Why in Merlin's name was she worrying so much about Draco? It would have been easy to blame the fact he had been her first lover as the reason why but ... no. She could feel there was much more than her fretting over an ex. It didn't immediately click in her mind but when it did, her head turned away from the window as she stared at the figure across from her. There were many things that were kept hidden amongst certain people in Hogwarts or vice versa, whereas facts were easily known. In the case of the Malfoys, there were a few pieces of information that even the youngest witches and wizards knew. No, not the fact they tended to be sorted into Slytherin. A damn toddler could even comprehend that . Rather, they had a history of being with the Death Eaters. Most of the Slytherins did, in fact. Even their own Head of House, Severus Snape, was one or so the rumors said. Finally though, she realized what was bothering her. If this war goes badly enough, you're going to lose everyone ... including Draco. Pansy couldn't remember the last time she even wanted to cry. But it had definitely been years ago. Now, however, willpower was the only thing keeping her eyes dry. She felt herself swallow softly as her fists subconsciously clenched then shuddered ever so slightly. One could notice it if the time and effort was put into it. Otherwise, it would be easy to miss. With her being across from Draco, however, she knew he would take note of her body's reactions. Her mouth had opened as she finally mustered the courage to ask something that had been screaming in her head several times over but halted as he brought up she was now a Prefect. Her head nodded as the smallest of smiles crossed her face. I am, yeah. We'll probably be working together since you got your own title last year. Hazel orbs continued to look across the way before finally, she turned her head away lest she risked sounding as if she were speaking out of turn. Part of her would have gladly punched or even slapped herself ... and may do so later when she arrived in her dorm. For now though, she resisted the urges and listened to both her heart and inner thoughts continuing to protest over and over again. This is bullshit! You can't possibly want this, do you?! You, not your family! Even if you don't always act it, you are smart, damnit! So what do you - Draco Malfoy - really want?! Because quite frankly, Pansy couldn't easily imagine that if he could just decide, it would be to even involve himself with the Death Eaters. It was stupid, suicidal even. And on the off chance he did live somehow, he'd likely end up in Azkaban and that was if he was lucky enough. The thought made Pansy's fists clench again. She hadn't realized a lot of things until now it seemed. One of them was ... she truly hated this war, more so than she had even started to understand. Then and there, she wasn't sure whom to blame exactly the Dark Lord for reappearing in the first place, whichever of the Malfoys decided they had to be Death Eaters, or herself for failing to notice any of this beforehand. Poor Pansy was so lost in her thoughts that it wasn't until the scenery began to move past her that she comprehended the Hogwarts Express was finally on the move, beginning to deliver everyone to the castle. Once they stepped foot inside, they would officially be sixth years. Hopefully the start of term feast will be a good distraction. I definitely need one about now .... and he probably does too.