draco malfoy killed voldemort (drakontos) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-12-05 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco malfoy, pansy parkinson |
Who: Draco and Pansy
What: An anniversary
When: Sunday evening
Where: Malfoy Manor
Warnings: TBA
Status: Incomplete
Six years ago today, Draco had asked Pansy to the Yule Ball. He still remembered what that had felt like, the seconds between the question and her answer that had felt tortuously long. It wasn't often that he actually gave anyone a chance to reject him, but he'd given her one that day. She hadn't disappointed him, at least not then.
It was still something he wanted to celebrate, or at least a time when he wanted her company. When he was alone, anniversaries seemed sad; at least if they were together, it only seemed a little bit bittersweet. Neither of them talked about the reasons why they got together on December 5th, not since they'd drifted apart, but it was some comfort that it still meant something to Pansy, as well. At the same time, it didn't make it any easier to be her friend, but impossible to let her go entirely.
They never checked in to ensure that it was happening again this year, either. It was just a silent agreement that Pansy would show up at the Manor this evening, and if she didn't - well, she would never need to know that Draco had prepared a blazing fire and warm cups of cocoa in front of the most comfortable couch in the Manor. The house was quiet, since his parents had already left for France for the holidays; Draco, on the other hand, disliked the idea of leaving England, in case anything important should happen in his absence. He would join them on the eves of Christmas and New Years, and stay the night before celebrating the day, but for now he was home.
He wasn't in formal wear, but was wearing warm and comfortable clothes that he could fall asleep in; it would have been odd to treat this as a celebration or a formal occasion, and they were both suckers for the simple comforts of warmth and relaxation in luxury. Feeling the heat from the fire on his face, Draco leaned back against the couch, legs stretched out comfortably to wait. He wasn't certain when Pansy would show, since they hadn't arranged a time, but he doubted she would keep him waiting.