draco & pansy
WHO: Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson
WHAT: Draco and Pansy rekindle some old feelings.
WHEN: Backdated to a week or so ago (during their trip).
WHERE: A hotel in France.
RATING: R for sexual encounters (nothing graphic though).
STATUS: Done.




It had been an interesting trip to say the least. Had Draco been the type, he might have dared to hold a smidgen of hope, but since he wasn't, he simply bought some alcohol to celebrate his last night of freedom. He and Pansy would return to England the next day and then what? The Ministry would be all over him, demanding to know where he went and who with and blah blah blah…it was enough to drive him mad. Though, of course, sometimes Draco thought he already was mad…

After a delicious dinner, Draco escorted Pansy back to their hotel. "Don't tell me you are turning in." He smirked, his eyebrows shooting up as he spoke.

Pansy loved to travel, and that was no secret. She had a gift with languages, too, which had definitely helped them in a couple of locations. If it hadn't been for her idiot parents and her fool of a brother, she'd probably be working in International Law, or be some sort of diplomat instead of a salesgirl. In a muggle shop, which was still a detail she kept tightly hidden from Draco.

But this? Was almost as good. It still felt sort of diplomatic, all things considered. And she was helping, after all. And...well, she couldn't deny it was nice to get to spend some one on one time with Draco again. Because no matter what else had happened, he still had a part of her. "Depends on what you had in mind," she told him honestly. Their travels had led her to do a bit of research for her own job as well, and she was looking forward to writing up some of the international fashions they'd come across.

Draco leaned against his closed door, a teasing expression written all over his face. "Don't I always have good things in mind?" He questioned before shrugging. "If you want to spend your entire last night behind locked doors rather than having fun..." He shook his head, tsking. "Suppose I can't stop you." He dug into his pocket, winked, and turned around to wave his wand over it.

Rolling her eyes, Pansy poked one finger firmly into his turned back. "You tease, no having fun without me! Haven't you heard? That's one of the written rules of having me around." That and she didn't want to stop and think about what sorts of 'fun' he could get up to on his own. The thing about traveling was he'd never have to answer to any of those pretty girls who'd been checking him out all over town again.

"Well you clearly have better things to do..." He stepped back and flashed her a smile that, for the moment, was reminiscent of the boy he used to be. It left as quickly as it came, however, and his lips set into a steady straight line. "Looks like it's safe." He gestured from his wand to the door. "Shall we?"

She wished she could make that go away. That uneasiness he always seemed to feel. The war may have been over, but it didn't seem to be for him. He still watched every place he went and always seemed to have one eye over his shoulder. There'd been times on this trip where it almost felt like things were back to normal between them, where she could go back to that daydream of spending a life with him.

But Pansy wasn't stupid, and she knew the toll the last several battles had taken on him. And she knew it'd take time before he'd be the Draco she'd fallen head over heels for again. So she simply smiled and slipped into the door to the room, the look she gave over her shoulder at him completely playful. "Let me guess, you wanted to challenge me to an all night gobstones tournament, didn't you?"

Draco did always feel extra cautious, but it would have been silly not to watch after himself and those he cared for. He knew he wasn't popular; who knew what lingering ill will could lead to? Nonetheless, he was on vacation and determined to spend the last night in a good mood. "Exploding Snap too." He closed the door behind him before gesturing for Pansy to sit if she liked. "Only the best." He opened up the mini-bar. "Approve, love?"

Sitting sounded too...formal. After all, they were there to have fun. Pansy threw herself on the foot of the bed, stomach down, hair falling over the edge of the bed. That was loads more fun. "Of course," she said simply, eyeing the selection. "And you know, nice as he may be, drinking with me is bound to be better than drinking with your uncle." Which was still a little weird and a little much to take in. But Pansy had done a lot of growing up the last several months when it came to all things muggle.

Had Draco been the blushing sort, he might have turned red. However, he didn't really feel all that ashamed at having drank with Ted. It wasn't like he had grown up with the man, Now, drinking with Angus? That would have been odd.

As soon as that thought fluttered through his mind, Draco pushed it away. He would not think about his dead loved one. No. Absolutely not. "Prettier too." He winked before deciding against glasses. He handed her a bottle of wine after uncorking it. "We can be uncivilized," he announced before plopping next to her. He loosened his tie, but, thinking better of it, just ripped it off and threw it on the floor. There, that was better.

Pansy, however, was the blushing sort, and her cheeks flushed pleasantly at his compliment and the accompanying wink. She accepted the bottle and took a long swallow. "Who needs manners?" she declared, grinning up at him. "I mean, once I've seen you in nappies..."

Now that nearly made him blush..."Oy, Pans, we're having a good time here! Don't go talking about nappies at a time like this!" He took another gulp of his drink and reveled in the warmth it brought. Hopefully it would soon bring him some hours of forgetfulness too.

Pulling herself into a sitting position, Pansy nudged his thigh with her toe. "Hey, I think that's still plenty a good time. You were terribly cute playing in the little plastic pool, you know. I think Daphne was going to offer to marry you right then and there." Well, she had been until Pansy threatened to punch her nose. It was easier to get away with violence when you were barely three.

"I swear if you start talking about nap time, I am out of here!" Draco ignored how physically close they were and what it did to his body in favor of drinking more. He had a decent tolerance so it was going to take some serious effort to get where he wanted to be. "Though I do recall some pretty pigtails..." He poked her shoulder. "Am I annoying you yet? Am I?"

Pansy rolled her eyes before taking the bottle back from him. "Nope. I grew a tolerance for that nonsense when you and Teddy did it for an entire summer. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's when Daphne decided not to marry you." Red wine wasn't usually her favourite; white was a cleaner taste to her, and didn't make her as warm as quickly. And she knew red made her cheeks pink, too. But alcohol was alcohol and when in Rome... Well, Spain...

"Daphne is better suited for Zabini anyway." Feeling hot, Draco shrugged off his jacket. "I should have brought an elf with us," he complained. "Think the hotel staff would come simply to pick those up for me?" He grinned and drank some more. Oh, that felt good. "Kidding," he mumbled. "Just kidding."

"Mmm, probably not," Pansy protested, though a giggle escaped whether she wanted it to or not. "I think you're just lazy." Which wasn't entirely true. Well. Maybe a little. "Besides, we've been in way too many muggle filled places to be toting along an elf. Could you just see their faces!" She giggled again, kicking her shoes off with her toes. Her mother would have a fit, but she wasn't there, either.

"Lazy and proud," Draco retorted though he was distracted by that giggling. He blinked a few times as the alcohol's effects started to set in. He was glad he went for the big bottle, but it was nearing the end. "More...definitely need more." He fumbled for his wand and when he found it summoned more drinks. "Toast, yes?" He searched out Pansy's arm. "Hold it up now."

Pansy had never been one to enjoy getting drunk just for the sake of getting drunk. But it had been a long trip and a longer year before that. And she was with the one person she trusted more than any other, whether he could say the same or not. So she just grinned widely as he pulled her arm up. "Nuh uh," she protested, letting her arm go slack on him. "I think it's my turn to be lazy."

"You make toasting a beautiful relationship difficult, you know." He pouted in that familiar Draco way. "Please? Pretty please?"

She loved that pout. Hell, she'd missed that pout. Reaching out, she tapped that lower lip lightly. "Fine, you big baby." She lifted her bottle, squinting at its label as she did. "To very expensive fine wine... Merlin, this is the good stuff! Erm, I meant, to us?"

"Also very expensive and fine..." He tapped the lips she had just brushed over. "Very, very fine." He looked at her appreciatively. "Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?"

Her heart stopped in that very cliche way that she hated around him. Now she was definitely blushing, and she wasn't sure it was the wine's fault. "You...actually haven't told me that in a long time," she admitted, her voice low, absently running one finger around the lip of the bottle.

"I haven't?" He frowned. He supposed he had been busy and they had been complicated, but...truth was truth. "Then I'm a terrible wizard because only an idiot wouldn't tell you every day." He meant it, alcohol or not. He had always meant it. Gently, he brushed some hair from her face. "I'm sorry."

Oh, hell. She hadn't had enough to drink for this. It was like the whole world was coming after her. Or maybe that was just the wine talking. "You're not terrible," she said quietly. Even in his worst moments, she'd never thought that. "But thank you. You don't have to say it, though. I know things are...different lately." Her mouth was never quiet on the best of days. And with a good bottle of wine in her, it wasn't the best of days.

"Different..." He laughed bitterly. "Different...different is always bad; why do we have to be different?" His eyes sought hers and while he was tipsy, he definitely wasn't drunk. Still, he might have had the good sense to keep his tongue in check if he hadn't drank at all. "I don't want to be different...not with you."

Different wasn't always bad. Different meant growing up and changing and learning new things. But different also meant wars, and parents who didn't always tell the truth, and different meant it had been a long, long time since Draco had looked at her that way. "I miss you," she blurted, knowing she'd likely regret saying that, but hell, what good was being this close to someone without honesty? And she was close. Very close. Even closer when she scooted just a bit nearer to him at the edge of the bed.

Instinctively, Draco's arms encircled her as she neared him. "You miss the old me...I'm not him...not anymore." Who was he then? Draco didn't know and that scared the bloody hell out of him.

Pansy buried her face in his neck, breathing in that familiar scent. Didn't matter how much older they were, he was still him. "You are," she protested, the words murmured against his skin. "You're still him because you still feel like him. You didn't do anything. Just...grew up, that's all."

For the worse, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. It felt warm and friendly and like old times. He nuzzled into her neck in turn. "I'm so glad you came. I didn't know if you would."

"I wouldn't turn down time with you," she admitted, then looked up at him with a smile. "Besides, you were offering to spoil me with international food, how could I turn that down." She took another sip from the bottle in her hand and grinned. "And international wine. You really are wonderful, you know that?"

"Only for my wine and food?" Draco frowned. "Here I thought I could offer at least a little bit more..." Without thinking, he pressed his lips to hers. "I miss you too." It was a huge confession for Draco, but it was truth.

Pansy was surprised not only at the kiss, but at the confession. For a moment, she didn't reply; she could only look at him and wonder what he was thinking behind those pale gray eyes. But it didn't take her long to decide what she wanted to do from there. Setting the bottle aside, she leaned in, cupping his cheek with one hand and kissing him firmly.

Oh, Draco had missed that too. He tossed his own bottles off the bed, not caring if the shattered. He held her tightly as they snogged, but then started running hands through her hair and down her back.

A brief passing thought told her they should probably stop this. He'd barely been able to look at her for almost two years, and now they were snogging alone in a hotel bedroom. But that thought was quickly trampled by the fact that, despite everything, part of her still truly loved him and wanted this. Desperately. And a good bottle of alcohol didn't hurt, either. Her hands slid up the front of his shirt, tracing once familiar lines. He still hadn't gained back all of the weight he'd lost during the war. It was an almost sobering thought, and might've made her stop and reconsider had one of his hands not found a particularly sensitive spot near her waist. Screw it. She only kissed him harder for his efforts.

Draco hadn't thought about such pleasure in a good long time, but it was like an awakening as she knew exactly what to do. It felt right, if not smart, and Draco's hands found her straps. He massaged under them until he gathered the courage to unhook them. He had always loved her whether it was because he was supposed to and always assumed he would or because they knew each other so well he never knew, but he did. Wasn't that all that mattered? Did everything always need reason and planning? It felt damn good and Draco liked it. It had been too long since he felt so blissful and outside his own mind. His lips brushed over her neck and down her chest.

Maybe they should have assumed this would happen. Left alone long enough, away from all those who'd put pressure on them from the very beginning. And who were the two idiots dumb enough to raid the mini-fridge while they were at it?

She could have attempted to pull herself together, but Draco, her Draco, was touching her and kissing her and loving her. And maybe it was the alcohol speaking for her, or maybe she really just wanted to be touched, but Pansy wasn't about to stop him. In fact, a part of her former, bold self returned and she pushed gently at his shoulders, easing him backwards on to the bed and following him, wanting to be just that much closer to him. "Hi," she whispered, a shy giggle escaping.

Wasn't that adorable? Draco thought it was adorable. "Hi." He laughed along with her before nodding encouragingly. He kissed her more before gently easing her next to him. His hands fell under garments as he worked them off.

Pansy sighed in contentment, enjoying the play of his hands on her skin. He was tender but obviously still wanting, and it made her smile. She gently tugged at his shirt, for once wishing he were in easier and faster to remove robes. Now that this was most definitely happening, she wanted him. All of him. And yet, she was willing to take her time. Merlin only knew if she'd get this chance again any time soon, and she wanted to enjoy it, too. "You look...amazing, you know that?" she told him a breath later, before shifting to kiss as much of him as she could touch.

Once his robe was off, Draco paused, his eyes falling to horrible mark burned into his skin. "Don't...don't look at it. Or touch it. Please." He fairly pulled it away and kissed her again in hopes of distracting.

But she wouldn't be that easily swayed. It was the first time she'd been confronted with the mark that had all but stolen him from her. And Pansy didn't take too kindly to the things she loved being taken away. "It's okay," she said softly, taking his hand in hers. The reality she was facing-that he'd never be rid of the proof of what he'd been-was startling. And yet, she couldn't help but look at it because it was a part of what had shaped him into the man in her arms.

Whether it was the wine or whether it was seeing the Dark Mark for the first time, or maybe it was just the perfect setting, Pansy would never know. But she looked him right in the eye and said firmly, "I love you. All of you. Even...even that."

Draco wasn't the crying sort, but he was well near feeling choked up when she confessed such. He wasn't worthy; he knew it, but he was grateful for it. "I love you too. I think I always have...I just...things..." Blimey. He couldn't formulate the right words. Were there even "right" words? "I love you," he finished before cupping her face with his free hand. "Always will." They were too much part of each other to ever be rid of the emotion.

She kissed him, then, more softly than she had all night. Her own eyes welled up, and though she wouldn't be called sensitive by anyone who knew her well, she couldn't really help that. How long had she hoped to hear that?

He swept his fingers over her eyes and smiled. "You are...sure?"

She knew what he meant without asking. "I've always been sure with you." And that much was true. She'd never questioned it; she'd never questioned his feelings for her or how he'd treat her. "I..." For a moment, she hesitated, but not over being with him. She wanted to make sure he knew she meant it. Smiling mischievously, she took him in hand and kissed him firmly. "Trust me. I'm sure."