Re: MALFOY MANOR

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Scorpius doesn't mind all that much. After all, the sex on the counter was fucking worth it. One of the best shags that Pansy has given him. Plus, now they get to die together, how romantic.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Their fried up bodies quickly poisoned Draco and he died a slow death alone.

Ashley, or Pansy, I don't know which one at this point, thinks Draco should be okay with his apple juice because he's always eating apples anyway. She slipped her leg over his and leaned into his kiss. Ashley can't remember what else she was going to write, as she is distracted by tiramisu and arguing about sports teams on skype.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco and Tam are both sighing because normally it is so much easier to keep Pansy and Ashley on track and on topic. And because they're tired... tired of playing this game.... ain't it a cryin' shame.... I'm so tired... God dammit I'm exhausted. So Draco kept kissing Pansy because it was fun. As usual. I mean really when isn't snogging fun?


[If anyone gets where that middle bit was from without the aid of google then I'll love them forever regardless of world cup team]

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Ashley has absolutely nothing to work with from that post and would like to kick you for it. Pansy slipped down from the counter and laughed as his lips attempted to follow her. "Save it up for later, yeah?" She patted him on the leg and circled around the end of the bar, tracing her fingers from his knee up his thigh and around his side, she watched him over her shoulder as she headed out the door of the kitchen.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco groaned then noticed that she'd left her juice behind and downed the last bit of it. Then he headed back to his own room to await tomorrow.

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Scorpius enters Malfoy Manor with a stack of magical pictures and the cardboard cut out of his Grandmother. He leaves the items on the table in the foyer for GMILF to find. He smiles as he glances through the pictures one more time. Having that cardboard cut out of his Grandmother at the wedding was an excellent idea. Now she'll be in the memories. He freezes when he comes across a picture of himself, and wonders how it got into this stack of photos. Oops. Good thing he found it, otherwise GMILF would have freaked. He pockets the photo then leaves the Manor.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco went into the kitchen and left it with fruit, waffles, bacon and lovely juices. Wow that sounds good. I haven't eaten yet. I should do that. OH WAIT.... we still don't have breakfast foods in my house... fuck this... I'm moving to the manor.

[Lucius Malfoy]

Lucius wakes up one morning and tells Severus to get the hell out of his bedroom before Narcissa finds out what they did last night. He walks down into the kitchen, thankful that his wife was too busy in here to notice the ruckus he and his boy toy were making all night long. An owl flies in and drops off a letter and drawing from his son, Draco. Again, he regrets letting Narcissa buy him that damn bucket of crayons. Who the hell needs that many crayons anyway?

Dear Papa,

I am writing to inquire about my Hogsmeade permission form. I sent it to you on the very first day of school and I am anxiously waiting it's return with your signature on it. But-but-but don't rush daddy, missing out on trips like this allows me more time to write letters to you. Yes, things at Hogwarts are going quite swimmingly. I'm the most popular boy at school. Why, even Harry Potter likes me. I'm also the darling of every classroom and the favorite of every Professor who has any sense. Oh-oh. Most importantly, I have mastered the use of the potty. Yes-yes. I admit I was a late bloomer but you can imagine my pride as I strode into charms class and said "Oh, hello gents, Professor Flitwick, sorry for my tardines. I was just learning how to use the potty." Oh, how the children laughed with me in celebration. I like making people laugh. I also like the potty. I know you haven't done so all year, but you can feel free to write me anytime.

Hugs and butterfly kisses,
Your Draco

Oh. P.S. Tell Mama to bugger off


Lucius skims the first half of the letter before crinkling it up, and tossing it in the trash bin. Stupid son kept writing him letters. When was he going to get the hint, and leave his hardworking father the fuck alone? Lucius had evil plans to take care of, you see. He hate the sammich that his dear wife had prepared for him and went off to his study to nom, nom, nom.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy used her portkey to the Malfoy Manor, glancing around carefully hoping no one would be home. She could hear voices coming from back in the kitchen, but it just sounded like house elves or servants talking to one another. She hurried through the foyer up the main flight of stairs toward Draco's bedroom where she prayed he would not be. She paused at the door for a moment, listening, before she pushed the door slowly open, peeking inside first to be sure he was not there. He hadn't moved any of her things. If anything, he had tidied it all up, straightened her clothes hung in the armoire, her side of the bed perfectly made. She paused at the door, unable to believe that he hadn't actually pulled all her things out and left them in a pile to the side. It almost looked... normal. As if she could just come back and still live here with him as if nothing had changed. She shook her head. No. She'd screwed up, and Draco deserved to be able to move on. She didn't want to think about how he'd feel to come home and find all her things gone. Maybe he'd be relieved, since he said didn't want to be reminded of her anymore.

She gathered her things and shoved them into a suitcase, all her clothes and books and whatever else she had accumulated while here. There was a picture on the bedside table in this room too. It wasn't the same as the picture he'd kept in his dorm. They weren't laughing like loons in this one. She didn't even remember this being taken, but it was the two of them just sitting. They weren't even smiling exactly, but you could tell they looked exceptionally content with their lives. It was taken outside the Manor; maybe Narcissa took it one day. She had her arms stretched out behind her, leaning back on her hands, and Draco was beside her, his hand over hers. Pansy thought about taking the picture, as it was a reminder after all, but at the last moment, she put it back in its place. The only thing left of her in this house. She grabbed her suitcase and headed out of his room and started down the staircase when she froze. The doorknob was turning.


[Now it's ready to go for later tonight XD]

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Slowly, all of the past few weeks events started to catch up to Scorpius. What with his breakup, his secret missions with Sirius, and his run in with Pansy in the showers, he began to feel exhausted and needed a temporary get away from Hogwarts. He had decided that coming to the Manor would be the best option, for his Grandmum always loved to give him cookies and he could really go for some of those double chocolate chip ones. After using a portkey, he ended up outside of Malfoy Manor when a sudden thought occured to him. What if Draco was here? He hadn't seen his cousin in ages, so it was quite possible that Draco would be here. He braced himself, for he wasn't going to turn back now. He'd just have to keep up the stoic Malfoy expression. Turning the handle to the front door, he pushed his way inside and froze. There on the steps was Pansy. He hadn't seen her since their mind blowing sex adventure in the showers, and he suddenly began to feel guilty upon seeing how she looked. He was unsure of what to say, for they had exchanged few words after having sex. After hesitating for a moment he said a soft hello then quietly asked, "Is Draco here?"

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy breathed something like a sigh of relief as it was just Scorpius. If it was Draco, that would have been the worst case scenario. Lucius wouldn't have been much better, and she'd probably have cried in front of Narcissa, knowing what she had done to the woman's only little boy. But it was Scorp, and that she could deal with. She came the rest of the way down the stairs and sat the suitcase beside her with a thunk. "No. I don't know where he is." Her voice was dull. She didn't want to talk about Draco, especially not with Scorpius. "I don't think anyone's home." She took the portkey out of her pocket and sat it on a table in the large foyer, planning on leaving it there when she left this time. She wouldn't need to come back. She'd just walk a ways away from the house and apparate away, probably never stepping into Malfoy Manor again. "Look. You may want to avoid Draco. Just for your own safety if you care about being alive at all." She crossed her arms and looked at him, glancing almost nervously behind him at the door every now and then.

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Scorpius watched as she came down the stairs, his eyes moving to the suitcase in her hand. He took in the expression on her face and immediately puts two and two together. He nodded slightly when he heard what she said, realizing that their supposed 'secret' encounter was no longer secret. "So he knows," he said with a sigh, moving to lean on the door behind him. "I suppose you told him it was me, considering he apparently wants to kill me now." He wondered how in the world he was going to avoid his cousin. It was something that was pretty much impossible. Leaving the country? Perhaps, but he wouldn't be able to get a very good job without finishing his sixth year. He glanced longingly around the manor, as he realized this could very well be the last time he'd step in here. After all, his Grandmother was sure to take Draco's side in all of these. Scorpius was the guilty one. Scorpius was the one who ruined everything. Scorpius was the one who seduced Pansy and convinced her to have sex with him. "Shit," he mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment then reopening them. "I'm so sorry Pansy. I really, truly, sincerely am. I didn't mean for it to get this bad."

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

"Neither of us meant for it to happen like this, but it did. So yes, he knows. I had to tell him. I couldn't live with myself, with the guilt of what I'd done to him." She shrugged, glancing around the Manor. Some days, it seemed more like home than her actual home of her childhood, such good memories here, and his family really had been good to her in her short time of being a Malfoy. She picked at her fingernails to avoid his eyes. "He really loved me, you know. I suppose he knows when something's no good for him, though. Just, steer clear, okay?" She looked at him, her gaze harsh. "I don't want him going on Azkaban with us to thank for it, just because we couldn't handle ourselves in the shower."

[Scorpius Malfoy]

"He really, truly did love you," he murmured, feeling extremely ashamed for ruining not only Draco's happiness, but Pansy's as well. He thought of what she said and couldn't help but agree that his cousin would do something to him. He recalled Draco after Blaise and Pansy got together, and to say that his cousin was a moody, horrible git would be an understatement. Scorpius knew that Draco would do more than yell at him if they were to ever face each other again. "I think...I think I may leave," he admitted. "I've had more than my fair share of fuck ups this last month, and I've got nothing to really stay for. Perhaps leaving would be for the best. Not only will I stay alive, but I'll be able to start over. I need a fresh start where no one knows my past." Dom then realized that this is some deep shit for a 16 year old to be deciding...but whatever.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy felt sick to her stomach. She was really leaving, taking all her things with her, and never coming back. She wrapped her arms around herself and walked slowly about the edge of the massive foyer, her shoes tapping on the marble floor as she glanced at the old paintings, statues, decorations, things of great value and beauty the Malfoys had collected over the years. It really was a wonderful home. She turned to Scorpius as he started talking again, about going away. "That's probably a good idea. And next time you find yourself in the showers with a girl, I hope you think before you do something stupid again. I know you're not very good at learning from your mistakes." She readjusted a candle that had gotten knocked crooked in it's holder, turning to speak to him over her shoulder. "Oh, and next time, you might want to try to remember the charm. Just a thought."

[Scorpius Malfoy]

It was settled. He had to leave. He had to escape and reinvent himself into a better person. He briefly wondered where he would go, when he suddenly recalled something his father had told him about when he was younger, Pigfarts. Perhaps it would be a good idea to go to another Wizarding school, that way he could one day acquire a proper job. It also helped that the school was on another planet completely and that he had enough money to buy a rocketship to Mars. He watched Pansy carefully as she examined the foyer, as if committing it to memory, then froze. His eyes widened when he realized that he truly did forget the charm. "Shit," he mumbled. "Oh...oh shit. Are...are you? Please tell me... oh fuck, please tell me you aren't," he rushed out nervously.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy stared at him blankly for a few minutes. She'd let him wait. Let him suffer a little. Finally she almost laughed at him as she shook her head. "Being married to Draco requires that I have that taken care of at all times. As you've experienced, you can't be expected remember the charm every time. And no, I'm not." She came back over to her suitcase and picked it up, carrying it to the door where she dropped it with another thud. She stood face to face with Scorpius for the first time since he'd walked out of the bathroom. She looked up at him, sighed, and reached for the doorknob. "I guess this is the last we'll see of each other, and the last of this house, huh? Well. Take care of yourself. Despite the fact that you're slow to learn things, and I'm really no better, you're not that bad of a guy." Pansy turned, taking a last look around, her portkey sitting lonely on the table. Without her notice, a tear rolled down her cheek and she lifted her suitcase again.

[Scorpius Malfoy]

Scorpius waited anxiously for an answer, then sighed in relief when he found out that she must be on the potion. He couldn't even imagine what they would do if she had gotten pregnant. Hell, Draco would probably have killed the kid. One things for sure, he would have taken Pansy and Sansy Jr. right on up to Pigfarts with him. He almost felt somewhat upset that this was the last time they would see each other. Given their past, he found that they've come along way and he actually enjoyed her presence. He gave her a small nod then said, "If you ever do need anything, I'm only an owl away. Granted though, that owl will then have to have the letter transported via rocketship... but I'm still here for you if you need me." He watched her as she looked around the room, then found himself breaking his gaze as a tear rolled down her cheek. He felt awful for having been the ultimate factor that led to this. Not completely aware of his actions, he found himself reaching out towards her and giving her a gentle hug. Should he be doing this? He doesn't quite know and if she were to mind, she'd kick his arse in a second. Given all that they've been through though, he found that it was almost a much more acceptable goodbye.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

She nodded silently as he offered for her to owl him if she ever needed to. She probably wouldn't, seeing as she couldn't bring herself to stop at least disliking him deeply, but it was still a nice gesture. Who knows. Maybe one day she would send him an owl, maybe he'd be just the person she needed sometime down the road. He hugged her, but she didn't hug him back. Not exactly. She couldn't bring herself to hug the man who'd helped her ruin her marriage, but she did press her head to his chest, at least letting him know she appreciated the gesture. She stepped back quickly though, and turned toward the kitchens. That voice. She knew that voice anywhere. Draco was home. "Scorp, you've got to get out of here. We're both dead if he sees us standing here at the door together, you realize that don't you?" She shoved him away and twisted at the doorknob, frustrated as she couldn't get it to open properly. Rejecting any help from him, she hissed for him to run and hide or at least get away or do something, as Draco's voice carried down the hall, his footsteps echoing through the corridors. Finally she wrenched the door open and turned to grab her suitcase and drag it along behind her... but there he was. Standing where the foyer lead into the hallway back to the kitchens, staring at her. Pansy could say nothing, and it took her a moment to remember she was leaving, to just keep moving and get out. Without a word, she heaved her suitcase behind her, shut the door, and left Draco and the Manor behind her. It was not something she would soon forget; his desperately hurt face was burned into her mind forever. She heard shouting on the other side of the door, but it wasn't Draco discovering Scorpius. He was shouting at an elf back in the kitchen, asking for dinner to be sent up to him in his room where he locked himself for the rest of the night.

[Scorpius Malfoy]

He felt her head rest lightly on his chest, a brief moment of some sort of comfort between the two. Whatever it was, it had ended as quickly as it started when he heard Draco's voice in the kitchen. He glanced at Pansy, eyes wide with shock from Draco apparently being home. If he saw them, they were unbelievably screwed. Hell, Scorp would be more than screwed, he'd be dead. "Yeah," he replied quietly. "Go...now," he said, watching her as she struggled with the doorknob. "Come on Pansy," he whispered frantically, stepping forward to try and open the door. As he is pushed aside by her in an instant, Scorpius decides listening to her first piece of advice is a pretty damn good idea. He quickly moved into the front sitting room and ducked behind a couch. After briefly thinking of how this is such an un-Malfoy move, he listened carefully for any sounds that could possibly come from the foyer. He knew that if some sort of struggle were to happen if Draco found Pansy, he'd be up in an instant. He would not let Draco hurt her in any way. A sigh of relief escaped him when he heard the front door shut and Draco yell at a house elf, and Scorpius remained on the floor for a moment. That confirmed it, he was leaving for Pigfarts. He stayed where he was for a moment, waiting until he is sure that Draco was in his room, then quietly got up and snuck out of the house, desperately wishing he had one of his Grandmum's double chocolate chip cookies right now.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy paused outside the house a while longer, hiding behind some tall shrubs to make sure that Draco didn't find Scorpius. She couldn't let him hurt Scorp, because that'd only end poorly for them both, and she couldn't allow anything worse to happen to Draco than she had already caused. But as Scorpius came out a while later, she assumed all was okay. Pansy sat there in the dirt for a while, not really wanting to leave, but knowing she couldn't go back inside. Finally she got up and headed down the long path from the house, glancing one last time back over her shoulder. He was standing at his window, the curtain pulled aside. Their gaze connected for a moment, and they just stared at one another. It was the saddest Pansy had ever seen Draco. It looked as though he hadn't slept since she told him what happened three days ago, and probably hadn't eaten much either. They just looked at each other, not moving, not blinking, before he looked down sadly and let the curtain slowly fall back into place. Pansy stood there a while, just staring, before she turned in place and disapparated away.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy walked up to the manor, since she didn't have her portkey anymore obviously, and she snuck around back and came in through the kitchen. She shushed a house elf that asked her several questions all at once and hurried through the back hallways toward the main foyer where the grand staircase was, which led up to the floors above, one of which held Draco's room. She took a deep breath as she stared at the steps, each one feeling like a mountain in its own state, and she went up them as quietly as she could. Once at Draco's door, she froze, and wondered if she ought to just leave, abandon this stupid sudden reckless idea. She turned, but shook her head and faced his door again, giving it a slight push as it had been left cracked.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco stared up from the bed when he heard his door creak open, his lips parting to yell at the houselves or his mother to leave him alone. All the words left him however when he saw Pansy standing there. It had to be a dream. A nightmare. She wasn't there, she couldn't be. "Pansy?" His voice cracked as he spoke, barely a whisper. Why was she there? It had taken all the strength he had not to fall apart, kept trying hard to mend the pieces of his broken heart. And he spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for himself.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

It was worse than she'd expected. The instant she saw his face, it was hard to breathe and tears threatened to escape her eyes. She nodded and stood where she was in the doorway, knowing better than to continue into his bedroom without being asked. Which, she probably wouldn't be. She shouldn't have come. She should have just left it alone and let him move on. But it was far too late now for that. Dangerous silence surrounded them for a while, before Pansy took a breath and tried to think of what she had even intended to say. For some reason, she blanked in his presence, the sadness taking over. No words managed to come out of her mouth and yet she felt stupid just standing there. "I'm sorry... I--" what? wanted him back? wanted to apologize for what she did? missed him? wanted to see him? hoped he'd let her come home? She didn't know.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco felt the sadness start to dissapate as she said the word sorry. Sorry? She was sorry? "Go on now go walk out the door, just turn around now 'cause you're not welcome anymore. Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye? What makes you think that you can just come back in here and try to fucking apologize to me? I should have changed my stupid locks. I should have made you leave your key." He had slowly sat up and was now facing her, his hair a wreck with shadows under his eyes that still bore lingering traces of puffiness.

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