Re: Malfoy Manor

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

"I know." Pansy glanced up at him, putting her hand on his cheek. "Just please don't let anything happen to you. Come back in one piece, one living breathing perfectly okay piece." With it being tomorrow, she was suddenly more afraid than angry, more terrified about what would happen than frustrated about him going. He had to go, and now she just wanted him back quickly and safely. She honestly didn't know what she would do if something happened to him.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco nodded, "That's the goal. The good thing is that there's only one of me so I don't think my father wants to risk anything too awful happening, Merlin forbid he have to raise another heir." Draco gave her a rather weak smile then slid a hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss, not wanting to prolong this sad conversation and the knowledge that he wouldn't see her for a while weighing down on him.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Thank god he stopped talking and distracted her, because Pansy was on the brink of becoming quite distressed, and we really don't want her to have a breakdown, at least not until after he's left. She was at least glad his last point had made sense. He was the only Malfoy heir, and his father wouldn't want anything too bad to happen to him. She knew they wouldn't want to spend the time to procure a new heir to give their fortune to. She tightened her arms around him, focusing on his lips rather than the worries in her head.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco figured as much and he really didn't want Pansy sad or even worse possibly crying because of all this so logic and snogging seemed the best option. He's rather glad it seems to be working. Draco deepened the kiss and ran his fingers through her hair before they slowly traced down her neck and along the sloping back of her dress.

I AM OFF TO THE DIVE SHOP THEN POOL. REPLY AT SOME POINT IDK WHEN.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy sighed and leaned into him, kissing him and running her fingers over his hair. She pressed closer as his hand moved down her back, chills once again racing along her spine. She wanted to hold onto him tightly, to never let go of him, never be separated from him. Of course it was silly, even if he didn't go to the meeting, she couldn't be with him constantly. But for now, she could pretend it was possible.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco held her close, knowing that he wouldn't see her for at least three days and knowing that no matter what happened things would change between them after this. His fingers along her back kept along the lone of fabric and skin, occasionally dipping under it when they found space. His other arm stayed wrapped around her waist, simultaneously holding her in close and ensuring she didn't fall off his lap.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy moaned softly into his kiss, parting her lips as she deepened it. She wanted to hold him tighter, but she was already clinging on as desperately as she could. She leaned into him, pressing him back into the couch as she kissed him. She slipped away from him, moving on his lap to face him better. She held his face in her hands, kissing him timidly, his fingertips still on her skin the only thing her mind could really pay attention to.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco let her push him back into the sofa then loosened his grip around her waist as she adjusted on his lap. His hand stayed on the skin of her back as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. After a moment that hand moved up to cup her cheek as he gave her a series of soft kisses in return. He was amazed at how incredible it was to be with her, just like this, and that as much as he wanted to progress their relationship he was still okay with waiting for her to be ready. She made it all worth it.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy could hardly believe he'd been so patient with her, content to just sit on the couch and kiss her when she knew for a fact he hadn't gone this slowly with Astoria or any other girl he may have dated from time to time. He wasn't the patient sort of guy, and he wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. But this was like a new side of him, and as much as Pansy loved it, she wasn't sure what to make of it. She didn't dwell on it for too long though, her mind soon clearing again as she focused on kissing him.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco was just as surprised by the patience but also they have only been dating for a month. And Astoria is/was a whore and is thus invalid in the dating list. Draco kissed her more passionately again, nipping her lower lip and his hand on her cheek slowly slid down to trace along her collarbone and bare shoulder.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy is glad that Draco is more patient, though he is a boy and she knows it'll happen sooner or later. But she also knows that she totally wears the pants in this, so it's cool. She breathed in softly as he bit at her lip, and her tongue carefully reached out for his lips, slipping past into his mouth as she held his face close to hers, her fingers tracing along his jaw.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco is indeed a boy and is glad Pansy noticed this and hasn't been under the impression that he's female even if he spends forever in the shower and is never ready on time. And though Pansy might wear the pants Draco much prefers her in skirts, just so you know. Draco kissed her back as his hand that had been moving along her collarbone stilled just on her shoulder and his other hand around her waist slowly moved along her lower back, drifting around her hip.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy has always been aware of his maleness, it is just an observation at the moment which means that because he is a boy, she knows he will eventually want more from her than just a kiss. Also the skirt note has been taken. Though Pansy was vaguely aware of his hands moving, she didn't pay them much attention for the moment other than the fact that they were big and warm and nice and she felt safe in them, safer than she'd felt with anyone else. She continued kissing him, one hand still resting at his jaw, the other trailing down his chest, closing around his tie and holding tightly to it without realizing she was doing so.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco would indeed like more and would like to add to the skirt note that he really likes the leather ones. He smirked into the kiss as he felt her fingers brush against his chest when she grabbed his tie. As long as she didn't start tightening it he liked her enthusiasm, glad she was slowly building confidence in this aspect of their relationship. His hand slowly slid from her hip down her silk covered thigh to the warm skin of her knee. He didn't pull back from the kiss but made sure that if she pulled away his hand around her shoulder wouldn't be trapping her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel trapped and pressured, that would get him no where anytime soon.

ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG *hangs head*

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Hehe, it's fine. I was dragged out all of today at the mall. I hate the mall at Christmas time. Now I have a headache However I did get to talk to my mom into taking me to barnes & noble, so at least there was that. *clings new copy of the princess bride I can't wait to start reading*


Smart thinking ahead Draco, that boy really does plot out everything. If anyone is going to be able to get Pansy into bed, I'm pretty sure it would be Draco considering how well he knows her and thinks ahead with things. She slowed everything she was doing, her hand loosening on his tie as his hand moved along her thigh to her knee, but it was so warm and wasn't too bold or forward or demanding, and within a few seconds she was back to kissing him as before, the fingers of one hand moving to the back of his head as the other rested over his tie.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco has all sorts of clever plans for her because as you say he does know her best. Sneaky boy. His had stayed put on her knee as he felt her start to consider pulling away before she stopped and seemed to reconsider, kissing him back again. His hand on her shoulder slid up to cradle the back of her head, somewhere familiar and comfortable, the hand on her knee not moving at all. Baby steps.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Baby steps are good with Pansy, however there's really only so creative I can get while writing Pansy making out, because she is shy and unicornish and wouldn't do much other than just simply kissing him. And so I shall repeat myself in that she is still kissing him, moving her lips lightly with his as her tongue dares out again, tracing along his bottom lip before slipping back into her own mouth as she holds him close. She smiled a little into the smile, the comfort of his hand on her head, the warmth of their bodies close together making her feel safe, happy, as though nothing could end this moment, nothing could make the happy feeling go away.

[Draco Malfoy]

Except Voldy. He can end anything. I realize there isn't much to write. How unfortunate. Oh look something to react to: Draco's hand slowly sliding its merry way up her thigh. He stopped less than an inch from the bottom of the skirt, still kissing her, wondering what she would do, if she would react to that. She hadn't freaked out yet.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Oh hooray reacting things. Pansy can do that, it's just the kissing thing that gets her all confused and unsure. He'll have to help her along with that, yep. Not that he minds at all, I'm sure. She felt his hand moving its way back up her leg as they kissed, slowly, gently, almost as if he wasn't even thinking about it, as if it were just to be sure she would stay on his lap where she was, but Pansy knew him better than that. Not that she minded the change, his hand was warm, soft, safe, and he wasn't being pushy or breaking any boundaries she'd set for herself. She paid it no more attention than that, continuing to kiss him gently.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco thoroughly enjoys helping her out with that. Yes he does. When he got no real response from her, at least of the negative variety, he deepened the kiss a little more, taking a few moments to make sure she had adjusted and to make her even more relaxed before his hand started to gently move up again, fingers brushing along the skin. When they met fabric they slid underneath, careful not to move too far past the hem.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy followed his lead as he deepened it, doing what she could to mirror his actions and try and figure out some of her own. His hand slipped further up her thigh, and though she was okay with that at first, as soon as his fingertips touched the bottom of her skirt, she wondered what he would do, if he would realize that was a very physical line he had not approached before and would pause there, or if he would do what she expected him to do, and slip right on past it. The second option, of course, was what he did, but he paused there, his fingertips just past the hemline. If he stayed there, Pansy told herself it was okay, that it was fine and nothing was being taken too fast or -- his fingers moved again, just a little, but going higher beneath her skirt. Call her a prude or a killjoy or what have you, but her hand that had been resting on his tie slipped down his chest and rested on top of his, stopping it from going any father. She pulled her lips slowly from his, blinking at him. But as she opened her mouth to speak, there was a pop in the room and a house elf appeared and immediately began muttering at them to hurry up and come along, their parents were searching for them and not very happy.

[Draco Malfoy]

When Draco stilled his fingers he waited a moment, gauging her reaction and she seemed okay so he gently moved them a tiny bit higher and her hand moved down to cover his. He let her pull away and looked at her, letting her speak first but then he heard a pop and looked behind her. He groaned when it said their parents were getting antsy looking for them and quickly helped her up, smoothing back his hair and straightening the tie. As soon as she was ready to go he gave her an "I'm sorry about this look," and took her hand to lead her from the room, the little elf trying to encourage them to go faster.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy stood and fixed her dress, tugging the skirt back down and fixing the shoulder, running her fingers quickly through her hair and gathering it over one shoulder. She reached up and got the wrinkles from Draco's tie, re-centering the knot where it belonged. "Don't worry about it." It wasn't important right now, not when they were about to have to say goodbye for an undetermined amount of time on Christmas day. It really was unfair. Pansy took Draco's hand, waking Max and getting the puppy to follow along behind her as they all followed the elf from their room, hurrying up through the corridors down to the main foyer. Their parents were obviously annoyed with them, and Pansy's mother grabbed her wrist as quickly as she could, tugging her angrily toward the door. Though Pansy tried to tell her to wait, that she had to at least tell Draco goodbye, her mother was too busy ranting about the fact that she ought not have to search for Pansy when it was time to leave, that she should be conscious of other people and should not have to be so hidden away that an elf would have to search her out when it was clearly time to go home. Pansy looked back over her shoulder, a sad glance at Draco as she was dragged toward the door. Their fathers were shaking hands, of course they would see each other tomorrow at the meeting, and though Pansy managed to jerk her wrist from her mother's claw, her father was right there, putting his arm around her shoulders and ushering her and her dog out the door before she could speak a word to Draco.

[Draco Malfoy]

YOU POSTED.
NOOOOOOOOOOO
*goes back to read it now*

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco nodded and headed upstairs with Pansy and Max. He was shocked how quickly Muffy dragged Pansy away and before he could get to Pansy to say goodbye Leo had interposed himself, shaking hands with the Malfoy men and telling them he'd be back in the morning. Draco only got to exchange one last sad glance with Pansy before she was dragged away by her parents and the house was quiet again. He said his goodnights to his parents and re-confirmed when they would be leaving the next morning then went up to bed, shooting a nervous look at the bag that was packed by the door. The next morning he awoke early and they left.


If I dream of Death Eater Meetings tonight I will not be surprised in the least.

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