Re: Parkinson Home

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

"Well how else am I going to reach these if I don't climb the ladder just because I'm in a skirt?" She pulled out two books and came back down the ladder. "It's just you, anyway." She disappeared into another section of the library where they kept mostly medical related books, medicine and treatment and healing charms and the like. She looked for something about sleeping and dreams, wanting to see if there was anything she could do for Draco's nightmares. If she couldn't wake him up and stop them from happening that way, maybe she could stop them from happening in the first place. She tugged an old volume off the shelf, carrying it over to the couch. She sank into the couch as she sat down, lots of long hours had been spent on this couch, but it was everyone's favorite. It had been bought by her grandparents when they had gotten married. It was passed down from her grandfather to her dad, and he'd promised it to her when she got a place of her own. She cracked the book open and started to read. She stopped on a chapter about foods to eat that would help with having good dreams. Milk was the best suggestion, but they'd also listed oats, corn, tomatoes, bananas, ginger, and barley. It cautioned to stay away from beef, as that tended to cause nightmares. Of course they'd had beef for dinner last night before they went to bed. Pasta or turkey was also recommended to help you sleep better, and she kept mental note of all this for later. There were a few recipes for different teas she could make to help ward off nightmares in there too. Closing the book, she got up and headed back into the other room where Draco was still standing, skimming over a book in his hands. She rested her cheek on his shoulder as she peeked around him, curious what he'd found so interesting.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco wasn’t really listening as she walked away. He had found the book he was looking for and had opened it to a section discussing the differences between light magic and dark magic. It was all apparently about intention. The book used the example of incendio. It was perfectly acceptable when used to light a fire in a grate, it was taught to first year students after all, but if it was used to burn down a house it became dark magic and thus was a punishable offence. The book took to task other charms such as wingardium levoiosa, impedimenta and even avis. It also discussed how some inherently dark magic could be used for good. It used the killing curse as an example, if one used the killing curse in battle it was dark magic, intentionally killing someone was always a dark act, even with the right intentions. Yet if it was used in an alternate situation it could be seen as light or mercy magic. Say a fallen comrade was not retrieveable and you knew that if the enemy caught them they would be tortured for information and they begged you for death the quickest and easiest way to fulfill their wishes was avada kedavra. Flicking through the pages he saw other headers that involved appropriate applications and the exact details of ministry laws. Feeling Pansy come up behind him he stopped on a page entitled ‘The Rules and The Loopholes’. Turning slightly he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his side, wanting a hug now that reality was really setting in. He moved his eyes from the book and over to her, “Find anything interesting?”

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy put her books down on the shelf in front of her as Draco put his arm around her and pulled her close. She could tell he just wanted comforted, wanted someone close to him, a little affection or something of the sort. He'd been like this even as a kid, not really receiving this closeness at home or even at school, but knowing he could get it from Pansy when they held hands or hugged each other, sitting on the couch with her head on his shoulder or his head in her lap. It'd been platonic for so long before she started to think of him as a possibility for more than just her friend, that sort of behavior had become normal for them. At least while at home they could still be that way, when they slipped back into their relaxed selves. It was less common at school, and definitely didn't happen while others were in the room with them to see it. She put her arms around his middle and glanced over the book open in his hands before she looked up at him. "Just some more books on dueling." She didn't tell him about trying to stop his nightmares. She didn't want to get his hopes up if it didn't work, and he wouldn't want her trying to take care of him like that anyway. He would probably insist that he could take care of himself just fine and then refuse all attempts she made to even see if the things this book suggested worked. No, it was better not to tell him. She rested her head against his chest, sort of wondering if they would ever be more than friends. It had been a while since she thought about that, at least since before their first big fight. After that she'd pushed the idea away, sure that it wouldn't happen. But this weekend away had been nice. Really nice. And it only served to bring up her hopes again, to make her fall completely in love with Draco all over again and wonder if it would ever work for the two of them.

[Draco Malfoy]

“Different things here compared to Hogwarts I’m assuming?” He picked up her books and slid one more from the shelf, leading her over to the sofa. Settling down with the books on the table in front of them he glanced at the clock and saw that they still had about an hour until dinner. Leaning up against one side he pulled her down next to him, not willing to let her move too far away. Grabbing the other book he’d picked up, an instructional book on dark potions, he settled back into the comfy pillows to read. His hand absentmindedly stroked her shoulder as he leafed through the book, stopping to read certain pages that looked interesting. Some of this was fascinating but other parts were merely disturbing. He couldn’t understand why anyone would need a potion that would simulate having all your nails pulled off or one that would cause the slow constriction of all the blood vessels in the wrists. Deciding that this was not what he needed to be reading right at that moment he put the book aside and turned his attention back to Pansy. She was sitting pressed up against his side, reading something that seemed to be holding her interest. Running his hand back up her arm to her braid he gave it a soft tug, “Explain?” He knew she would understand what he meant, that he wanted to lie here with her and listen to her read random excerpts from her book, much like she had with her astronomy books years ago. They had spent hours curled up in blankets by the fire reading to each other, all types of things from astronomy to care of magical creatures. Oftentimes they had chosen books based on outlandish names and spent the evening laughing at the equally ridiculous contents. Shifting slightly he moved so his head was resting against hers, eyes resting on the book, not really absorbing anything.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy rested comfortably against his shoulder, cracking open a book about nonverbal spell casting. She figured that could certainly come in handy later, for whoever she might be dueling would have no idea what spell she sent their way until it hit and the effects were revealed. She laughed a bit as he tugged on her braid, asking that one word question just like he used to. Sighing softly as his head rested against hers, she flipped back a few pages. "It's just nonverbal spells. Some of them are easier than others, like levicorpus or wingardium leviosa, accio, stuff like that, those are pretty simple to master. Protego, stupefy, and expelliarmus are easy too, I've already got those down." She'd managed to learn them almostly flawlessly nonverbally already, thanks to her hours in the library and hours practicing in the empty classrooms. She turned through the book again, back to where she had been reading about more advanced spells that could be learned nonverbally. "But there are the more difficult spells, like deprimo and incendio and the Unforgiveables that are harder to cast that way. I've tried, but usually it's either nothing or very weak. I'm getting better though." She smirked at the thought, the idea and feeling of power and domination rushing back to her like it did after a good dueling workout in one of the classrooms. It was times like that when she felt like she could take on anything, and that was a fantastic feeling she had never been used to, not allowed to learn or practice such things as a child. She'd been able to sneak lessons with her father for a few weeks the summer of her first year at Hogwarts, and he'd taught her the basics, protego, stupefy, and expelliarmus. She supposed that was why she was so good at those three and nothing else. Once her mother had put a stop to the lessons, she'd abandoned the idea of dueling and picked up astronomy, a Muffy-approved topic. "How cool would it be to be able to do all of those nonverbally? To duel without saying a word?"

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco listened as she spoke, a smirk crossing his face. Pansy still didn’t really know what he’d been up to that summer when he had been training with his father. Picking his head up, he turned to look at her, “It is cool.” When she gave him a questioning look he shifted on the sofa to lie more comfortably and moved her closer, “What did you think I was studying with my father? We spent almost a month on non-verbal spells and the rest of the time was spent learning new spells, offensive and some defensive.” He had actually enjoyed most of the summer, when he could show his father that he wasn’t a failure and that he did have the potential to learn and succeed. It was the first time his father had taken much interest in him and he was certain that his desire to impress his father was responsible for the letter he’d received. Thinking back on it Draco didn’t think he would honestly change anything he had done this summer, despite the letter, because being able to spend an evening with his father discussing what they had done that day, discussing the future… it had been a dream come true.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

When he told her it was cool, she wondered what he was on about. But it all clicked when he brought up the fact that he'd actually spent a lot of time with his father over the summer. She had to admit it, she was jealous of what he'd apparently been taught about dueling. "Well, I didn't really know what you did this summer, now did I? Didn't exactly have an owl at my window every night." She didn't look at him, feeling stupid for getting sad about it, but she'd missed all the letters they used to send to each other whenever they weren't hanging out. Most summers their owls probably hated them for sending so many notes back and forth. Luckily they didn't live too terribly far apart, because they would be sending owls back and forth for hours and hours, all night long sometimes. "But, that's awesome, Draco. I wish I'd known, maybe I wouldn't have been wasting so much time trying to just teach myself. You could have come in handy." She smiled at him, poking him in the side.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco wasn’t sure why he hadn’t written to Pansy this summer, or why she hadn’t really owled him either. It wasn’t as though they had had a conversation about it, neither of them seemed to make an effort this summer. He put the thought aside, no use dwelling on the past, and smiled at her as she poked him. “Well now you know I might show you a few things, under certain conditions.” Looking back up at the clock he saw that they only had a little bit of time left, he couldn’t believe how fast the day had gone. “It’s almost dinner Pans. Ready to face the mother monster?” He ran his hand down her now to trace along the leather of her skirt, “Do you think your father will back you up or just watch?” He was never really sure what Leo would do, the man was almost as hard to read as his own father. The two of them were both formidable men who Draco had grown up learning to fear and respect. Glancing at the books on the table he decided that tonight he would double check with Leo if it was okay to take them and then read them at Hogwarts.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

"Conditions? Why do I not like the sound of that?" She gave him a curious look, wondering what he had in mind, sighing as he only said that it was nearly time for dinner. Doing her best to ignore his hand running down her body and along her skirt, she stood up and held her hand out for him. "I wouldn't be surprised if dad just sits back and watches. He never has much to say. So long as you don't let him know how much you know about my underwear. Not sure he'd be too thrilled about that one." She smiled at him, only able to imagine what massive reaction there would be if her dad learned that Draco's eyes had frequented up her skirt these past couple days. "Ready to go?" She asked him before she headed out of the library, leaving her books there, knowing she'd come back up here before she left anyway, since this was where they kept all the floo powder and the portkeys and such, so they'd leave back to Hogsmeade from the library and walk back to Hogwarts just as it was getting dark. She ducked down the hidden staircase again, coming out by her room. After winding through the hallways and down the big staircase to the first floor of her home, she headed down the main hallway toward the dining room. She lifted her chin as they rounded the corner, her hand still in Draco's as she strutted her way into the dining room, not making eye contact with her mother, but giving her dad a small smile. She sat down beside him again, in the seat that should ideally still be given to Draco, before she flicked her eyes up to look at her mother.

[Muffy - Tam - Draco]

Muffy glanced over as her daughter walked in then turned back to face her husband. Suddenly when she realized what Pansy was wearing she stood up, her chair falling to the ground. "PANSY DELIA PARKINSON! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT FROM? HOW DARE YOU EVEN CONSIDER WEARING THAT TO DINNER! NOT EVEN JUST DINNER. HOW COULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT THAT SKIRT AND THAT PLEBEIAN TOP WOULD EVER BE ACCEPTABLE ANYWHERE?" Muffy continued to yell but Tam is Lazy with a capital L and also rather likes the outfit.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco nodded at Pansy as they walked out of the library and down to dinner. He tried not to think of what Leo would do to him should he find out how much Draco knew about what Pansy wore under her skirt. He also couldn't imagine the explosion that would occur when Muffy saw her in the leather skirt... As they walked in Draco was shocked as Muffy glanced at them and turned back to Leo. What the hell? When he heard the crash of the chair and Muffy starting to screech he almost let out a sigh of relief. He'd thought it was the apocalypse. He glanced at Pansy and had to stiffle back a laugh. Did Muffy really think that yelling would have any impact at all?

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

"I got it from my closet. I think it's rather nice." She smiled at her mother, but it transformed itself into a little smirk. She didn't chance a glance at Draco. She wouldn't bring her mother's wrath upon him or make her think Draco had influenced this decision. Nope, this was all her. She turned to her father, glad that he was hiding an amused smile, one that probably no one but Pansy would be able to discern since she and her father were actually quite similar people. "Daddy, tell mum it isn't that bad. It's not, is it?" She pulled the elastic out of her hair, combing her hair out with her fingers and tossing it back over her shoulder, something else she figured her mother would probably freak out about, doing personal hygiene things like brushing out her still wet hair while at the table.

[Leonidas Parkinson]

Leo looked up as Pansy walked in. Well then. Where had she gotten that? It wasn't her normal that was for sure, but it was sort of nice to see her in black, two nights in a row even. His little girl looked good in black. His eyes locked onto the fact that she and Malfoy were holding hands again, but promptly looked away as his wife's shrill voice pierced the nice silence he had been enjoying. He took scooted his seat toward the table, nodding as the house elves deposited their dinner on the table, Muffy still screaming like a banshee about Pansy's clothing. Once she finally stopped and his daughter gave her a quiet matter-of-fact answer, he coudln't help smiling. Maybe Pansy had more of his personality than he thought, it had just been repressed by Muffy's ribbons and bows all these years. "It's uh, very nice, honey." Avoiding eye contact with his wife, he started putting food on his plate.

[Muffy - Tam - Draco]

"NICE!?!?!?!" Muffy rounded on her husband, "NICE!??!?! OUR DAUGHTER LOOK LIKE SOME CHEAP TRAMP! WHAT THE HELL IS SO NICE ABOUT A RESPECTABLE GIRL WEARING LEATHER?" As Pansy pulled her hair out Muffy had to clutch the chair next to her, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" He voice had lowered now. A sure sign of danger. It was like tigers... first they roar a bit and then they start to growl... that's when you run.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco watched Muffy clutch at the back of the chair, wondering how much more it would take before she fainted from shock or ran off to cry. He noticed that Leo had seen him holding hands with Pansy and was wondering if there would be consequences... they hadn't held hands this much since they were second years. Draco looked down at his plate when Leo added his input and Muffy started yelling again. It took all of his self control not to put his head down and start laughing hysterically, his leg found Pansy's under the table and he pressed his knee against hers. Dinner and a show, what more could he ask for?

[Leonidas Parkinson]

Leo didn't answer his wife when she called their child a cheap tramp. Not because he agreed, but because he had no good reason for Pansy to be wearing leather. Especially not with Malfoy here. Sure he liked the kid, but he didn't overly trust him. He knew how boys were. So he just continued ignoring his wife, eating his dinner and keeping an eye on his daughter and the boy.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy nudged her knee back against Draco's, doing her best not to start laughing, because she was sure if she started she would never stop. No, really, she would never get to stop, her mother would kill her before she could even think of stopping laughing. She kept her poker face as she picked up the bowl of awesome looking baked spaghetti, getting some for herself and passing it to Draco. "A cheap tramp? Really, Mum? Just because I'm not dressed up like some barbie doll doesn't mean I don't look presentable. Can't I just dress like the girl that I actually am? A seventeen year old pureblood daughter. Dad's a Death Eater for crying out loud, why do I have to dress like a little dress-up figurine?!" She wasn't shouting, but her voice was certainly raised. She stared her mother down, not giving in this time despite the fact that the very tone change in her mother's voice had sent chills down her spine.

[Muffy - Tam - Draco]

With that Muffy fainted in a mass of taffeta and was taken to her room by the elves. GOOD RIDDANCE.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco cracked up when Muffy fainted. At least it was safe to laugh now. Scooping some food onto his plate he started in on the baked spaghetti. "So Mr. Parkinson, how was your day?" Draco reached across Pansy but found he couldn't reach the beef. Nudging her he whispered, "Pass the beef please?" While he waited for her he grabbed the beans from the other side and served them both some. "Do you want anything passing down Mr Parkinson?"

[Leonidas Parkinson]

Leo raised an eyebrow as his wife collapsed, not entirely surprised by such a reaction, but he had rather expected more shouting at Pansy before that point was reached. Apparently not. He continued eating, looking at Draco as the boy spoke up. "It was nice with her gone. Didn't try and talk to me all day long when I was busy doing other things." He chuckled a little. "I even got to take a little walk through the gardens without her dancing along at my side like a yorkie in a sundress. Merlin, I hate yorkies. Pass the potatoes, if you would, Draco." He held out his hand and took them, scooping a remarkable number onto his plate and making them disappear quite fast. Pansy did not inherit his appetite.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy gasped a little as her mother suddenly disappeared with a dull thud on the floor. A pair of house elves rushed over and levitated her out, assuring them that she would be put to bed and properly taken care of. "Well, that was unexpected." She figured she would have rather just been yelled at than to have her mother faint, but that worked. Less arguing and she'd gotten away with it. She ate some of her spaghetti quietly, turning to her dad. "Sorry about that, dad. I just can't take wearing the clothes mum buys me anymore. I can't do it." She shook her head, looking at Draco and whispering to him as he asked for the beef. She couldn't let him have any, if the book was right in that it would cause nightmares. She quickly thought up something to stop him from wanting it. "Mum made the beef tonight. You don't want any, promise." She listened as her dad and Draco talked, turning to look as a house elf cleared its throat down by her elbow, holding a piece of crumpled paper. Pansy took it and unfolded it, seeing her mother's blinding pink handwriting. "Oh, dear."


Pansy Delia Parkinson,
You are in trouble, Missy. You will come to my room
as soon as you are finished with dinner and we will
have a little talk before you go back to school. This
is completely unacceptable and I will not stand for
such behavior. Wearing those clothes and talking
to me in that way and just throwing about the fact
that your father is a Death Eater as if it were no big
deal. I raised you better than that young lady, and
you will act as I expect you to do, so help me Merlin!
xxx Muffy



[brb Ashley is committing graphic designer suicide for creating that pink curlz... thing.]

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco chuckled at Leo's apt description of Muffy. She was rather like a small shrill dog most of the time. Leaning in to join her he whispered back, "Right then, don't want to die of food poisoining." With a sigh he gave up on the beef and passed Leo the potatoes. Reading the note over Pansy's shoulder he pulled back due to the blinding glare of the pink. "Holy crap! That colour! And it looks like someone's in trouble!" He smirked at her and continued eating his dinner. "Oh by the way Mr. Parkinson! Can I borrow a few books to bring back to school? You have some interesting materials that my father recommended I read."

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

"Not if I don't go..." She mumbled, setting the letter aside and returning to eat some more spaghetti. Her eyes widened for a moment as she realized something her father had said about walking through the gardens today. She and Draco had been in the gardens today. She and Draco had been making out in the gardens today. She sat her fork down, looking at Draco out of the corner of her eye. What if her father... No. No, he would have burst in there or at least said something about it right now if he'd seen. She tried not to worry about it, at least not right now. Instead she thought about the note from her mother again. "Dad, can't I just leave after dinner and not go talk to her?" She knew it was probably a stretch to be allowed to do that, figuring her mother would find a way to corral her from the library into her atrocious pink master bedroom.

[Leonidas Parkinson]

"It's fine, Pansy. You've at least escaped her yelling for now," Leo said as Muffy was carried out and Pansy apologized. He continued eating in relative silence until Draco asked him about borrowing some books. Knowing what had been planned for the boy, he figured that this was good that he was already doing a bit of research and learning on his own. He grunted and nodded his head. "Sure, sure, just so long as you bring them back eventually. Your family will be stopping by around Christmas as usual?" Leo shrugged in response to Pansy's question. "I don't care one way or the other. Maybe if I let you sneak out, she won't talk to me for a few weeks." He laughed softly, taking another massive bite of food because he has the appetite of a Spartan King. He continued his covert watching of the two teens, curious about what was going on between them. He'd noticed they hadn't held hands like that in a while, not since he'd started giving young Mr. Malfoy the glares. Were they losing effect? No, no that couldn't be it. But a little extra scare was always a little fun with the boy. "The garden's such a nice place when it's sunny outside, is it not, Mr. Malfoy?" He smirked a little before continuing. "Looked like you two enjoyed yourselves, anyway."

[Draco Malfoy]

"Yes I think we plan on stopping by before Christmas then I believe you know about the plans for after the holidays?" Draco took another mouthful of noodles and had just swallowed them when Leo made his blase comment about the gardens. If Draco had had anything in his mouth he would have been choking on it in an instant. HE HAD SEEN?!?!?!?!?!?!?? LEO. SAW. THEM. KISSING? SHIT. DRACO WAS A DEAD MAN. A DEADMAN WITH NO BALLS. He managed to get his voice under control and nodded, not looking at Leo, "Yes. Lovely. Did you enjoy your walk?" He was not about to trap himself, he didn't know if Leo knew for sure or not. It might just be him fishing around to see if anything happened. Hopefully. Under the table Draco shifted himself away from Pansy slightly, just in case.

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