Draco Lucius Malfoy (d_l_malfoy) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2016-11-25 08:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | *aurora, *rhina, draco malfoy, pansy parkinson |
If Pansy didn’t already think someone out there had it out for her, she would be convinced of it now. Not only had she been brought to some forgotten ancient city (which, admittedly, had very good drinks), but it had brought her ex to it. Her ex, of four years ago, who apparently thought they were still together. Well, she was going to clear that right up. He had no right to come back into her life and expect everything to be fine after he’d broken her heart so terribly - even if he came from a time before that had happened. What was important was that in his future, he was going to do it. And he had done it, in the past. He might not have left her yet, but she’d had to live with his decision for four years, and there was absolutely no way she was going to let him off the hook for it. Besides, she had grown a lot in four years. She’d been miserable, yes, but she’d also come to finally see her relationship with Draco as it really was, and not just through love-mad eyes. It had never been a healthy one. She’d loved him to distraction, giving up all she was to make him happy, and he’d...been indulgent of her feelings as long as it served his purposes. He might have claimed to love her, and perhaps he had, insofar as he was able to love; but it wasn’t nearly the depth of feeling she’d had for him. She could see that now, and she knew she never wanted to go back there again. This meeting, then, was just to get closure. To look him in the face and walk away on her terms. Draco Malfoy wasn’t going to have any power over her anymore. She girded herself with red lipstick, a tight black dress, and killer heels, and found a spot in the bar to wait for him. If she was going to walk away, she wanted him to know exactly what he was going to be missing. *** Dressed in a pair of well pressed black trousers and a neat shirt with clean robes over the top, Draco felt as powerful and together as he looked. Pansy was clearly making things up. Nothing in his life had changed. Even if there was, by some crazy situation, 4 years difference between them, the mere idea that he had actually done as his Father commanded did not sit well with Draco. Frowning at the idea of his Father controlling his life to such a degree, Draco gave himself a final once over. His hair was decidedly on point and everything about him looked good enough to make sure that Pansy - in the rare chance that she was telling the truth - once more fell directly at his feet. He was confident and sure that she would see him and they would fall into old patterns quite quickly. It was a foregone conclusion - Draco and Pansy - together regardless.of anything else. Because, even if he had had to give her up publically, he’d never do so privately. Of course, it wasn’t like he loved her or anything. She was just his. That was the way it should be. Love wasn’t something that Draco considered a factor. It wasn’t something he believed in. They were just words that could be used to garner someone’s support. Satisfied, he let himself out of the flat he was staying in, resigned as he was to it. It was a short walk to the bar they were to meet. His grey eyes found her immediately. She was clearly dressed to make sure that men envied him when they left the bar arm in arm. Moving to stand beside her, Draco leaned against the bar. “Hello sexy,” Draco purred, brushing against her. “You look,” his eyes roved over her body, noting the changes that said she really was four years older than him, “fantastic.” *** Once, just that look in his eyes or that purr in his voice would’ve been enough to melt Pansy into a helpless puddle of goo. Both together? She would’ve gone up in flames. Pansy couldn’t deny that something in her responded to his smile now, despite all the years and pain she’d gone through since she’d last seen him. It was an unpleasant surprise; she would’ve much preferred not being affected at all by him. She was obviously going to have to be extra careful around him, or else she’d be right back where she as before. “And you look like an arsehole who’d give up his girlfriend for family prestige,” she replied sweetly, taking care to keep her distance from him. He was too dangerous for her composure to get near. *** Her desire to keep her distance made Draco frown mentally, his facial features retaining their smooth seductive facade. He couldn’t believe her words - even if he was willing to admit that she was older than him and had come from a different period than he had. “Even if we are different ages and you are not quite the Pansy that I left behind,” Draco said, voice still low and seductive, a long fingered hand reaching out to gently stroke up her arm, “I never left you. And I never would.” This hand smoothed along the beautiful pale skin as he put forth all his effort to seduce her. “Now, perhaps we could go somewhere more private and continue this reunion with a more appropriate celebration.” His grey eyes flashed with pleasure at the idea, certain she would agree. *** But Pansy only caught his hand in hers...and bent his fingers backwards. Not enough to harm or even pain, but enough to cause discomfort. “That’s all very nice to say, but the truth of the matter is, you did leave me. You might not have gotten there yet, but you will, in your own time.” She released his hand then, and stepped away, out of reach. “You did me a favour, really. It wasn’t until I was on my own and far away from you that I realized what an incredibly terribly and inadequate boyfriend you were.” Her words were cold, both to punctuate what she was saying, and to keep herself from reacting to his touch. *** This… this was not expected. His grey eyes frowned with anger as his face remained the same, a perfect smoothness of seduction. Draco wasn’t willing to do anything that didn’t show himself as the person he wanted to be seen as. Pansy would be the one he might be willing to let in the most - but not at this moment. Now she needed to be hidden from as much as he would hide from others. Even with her releasing him, Draco didn’t allow her to move to far away. He followed her, reclaiming at least half the distance she had slid away from him. Her words didn’t completely register with Draco, mostly because they were not what he wanted to hear so therefore, he didn’t listen. “Then clearly time has truly warped your memory because no one treats you as wonderful as I do, beautiful,” Draco said, leaning towards her. “No one can love you as I do. And I won’t ever leave you. No matter about that timeline because this is the one that matters now. And in this one, we are together and we are never going to have to part.” Draco reached his hand out to her again, certain she was going to agree now. After all, how could she not? *** “Oh, give it a rest,” Pansy snapped. She thought she was over his betrayal by now, that she could look back upon her lost years with just some regret and mostly amusement, but all it took was him standing in front of her, making promises that she knew - she knew! - he was going to break as soon as someone coerced him to, and all those feelings of bitterness and resentment came flooding back. “You are so full of it,” she said, her voice low and heated. “You’ve only ever treated me well enough to get me to do what you want, and that is not love. You don’t even know what love is. If you did, you wouldn’t have bowed to your parents’ demands. Tell me, Draco, have they told you to ditch me yet? Have they? And have you told them off?” *** Her anger and venom at his words surprised him. This was not the Pansy he knew or expected to be able to seduce. This woman was stronger and more angry and certainly didn’t seem to be willing to bend to his needs and desires. It was what he had always liked about Pansy - she was his and his alone. No one else got him in the same vein or was even willing to try. And certainly she was one of the few who he could match wits with and come out the loser occasionally. While he didn’t like losing, when it was Pansy it was at least swallowable. But Draco did object to the words that she uttered about him loving her. Of course he loved her. That he had little experience with the emotion outside of Pansy meant that his definition was rather convoluted at this point. Not that he cared or would actively work to change it. Love wasn’t important - it was a series of words that allowed you to get people to do what you wanted. Therefore you used it as appropriate. You didn’t feel that kind of crap. That she knew he’d been given an ultimatum pissed him off. That she also knew if push came to shove, he’d bow to his family’s desire regardless made him even more pissed off. Draco wasn’t about to confirm what she said on the other hand. “That never happened and it won’t,” Draco refuted her words, imbuing his words with as much conviction as he could. “I don’t do what my parents want. I’m not their fucking lackey and we shouldn’t allow them come between us - then or now.” “And I definitely think you’re protesting far too much. You want to be with me,” he leaned towards her, hoping still to lure her in. “Give in and just forget that other crap. We’re meant to be.” *** But Pansy just shook her head and crossed her arms. When Draco had shown up and asked - no, demanded - to see her, she thought she’d find some closure. She thought she could finally look at him once more, realize what a terrible hex she’d dodged, and walk away with a satisfied sense of closure. But there was no satisfaction to be had arguing with someone who hadn’t yet betrayed her so devastatingly, who insisted that he never would. And she hadn’t counted on some small, treacherous part of her that still responded to him and wanted to be with him. She wouldn’t give into him - that much she knew. Her heart had been broken into too many pieces to be set back together, and she wasn’t about to open herself to the same circumstance that had shattered it in the first place. She was never going to be first in Draco’s heart the way he had been in hers. To go back into a relationship with him knowing that was just asking to be dumped again. “You really don’t get it, do you?” she said, giving him a hard look. “You think you’re independent, that you think for yourself and do as you please, but you are your parents’ lackey. You always have been, because you don’t have the courage or conviction to go against them, and you don’t even have the self-awareness to admit it. That’s pathetic. And I don’t date pathetic men.” *** Of course he didn’t get it. He was Draco Malfoy and his point of view was always right. It provided the narrow view of the world that he needed to function most of the time. And Draco didn’t like to have that challenged - challenging it went against his plan and Draco liked nothing more than a plan. And this night was not going to plan. It left him frustrated and angry though and he worked hard to keep it from his face and the line of his body. There was nothing he liked less than being out of control or having a situation not within his control. And this was falling into that realm. Mentally, he gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. None of that showed on his face, which remained as seductive and alluring as possible, or his body, which was relaxed as it leaned against the bar, still watching her carefully. “This hardness is so utterly unbecoming on you,” Draco said, shaking his head at her. When in doubt, attack. “What happened to the beautiful woman that you were? Clearly walking away from me and not bothering to fight for me with me against my family has made you seriously unattractive.” Giving an exaggerated sigh of disbelief, Draco tsked at Pansy. He was determined to get control of this situation. Which meant taking active control of the situation and forcing it to align with his desires. Pushing himself off of the bar, Draco smirked at Pansy. “So when you’re ready to understand that I didn’t do what you think and I won’t. That Draco is from another place and is not me, we can continue this conversation to follow more appropriate lines. Until then, beautiful, have a good night.” Now pleased he was in control, Draco headed out of the bar, looking for another place to find alcohol and drown out the demons inside of him. *** “When Gryffindors stop being self-righteous,” Pansy muttered, glaring at his back as he exited. And maybe not even then. Having been burned so terribly by him before, she was absolutely not going to risk falling into that trap again. Draco Malfoy could fall into the sea or get speared by whoever Atlantis was fighting, for all she cared. She was done with him. |