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Post by Pansy Annaliese Parkinson on Sept 23, 2011 16:33:37 GMT -5
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The squeezing feeling of apparation surrounded the young woman as the image of the Malfoy manor clearly rested in her mind. Her feet landed hard on the ground in front of the iron gate that protected the manor along with its high rising bushes. As Pansy's feet slammed into the ground a shock of pain went up her legs. Cursing herself she glanced down to make sure her heels were still intact. Those heels were causing her much pain during her shift at Madam Malkin's today but they were entirely too gorgeous not to wear. They were black with a peep toe opening and laced fronts. Even though Pansy wanted to cringe with each step she kept a straight face as if nothing was bothering her.
Slipping out her wand, Pansy tapped the gate muttering the password that Draco had sent her to gain entrance. The gate creaked opened as Pansy stashed her wand on the inside of her light green dress. Each step caused a small click to sound as her heels made contact with the pathway that led up the the white marble stairs. She gracefully made her way up them and knocked on the door. Draco and herself had made plans to see each other soon and the destination would soon be his bed. It was almost a common thing, Pansy would be invited over to have dinner or on some occasions they would venture out, but either way it always winded up with the two of them tangled in his silky sheets. Not that Pansy really minded, Draco was the one guy she ever had any feelings for and would do anything to be that person to Draco, but she wanted more, needed more. This little charade was becoming tiresome but she knew she wouldn't speak up, just not yet. Pansy didn't want to ruin whatever chances she had of taking this to the next level, a level of commitment.
Pansy waited anxiously for the door to swing open, whether it be by Draco or a house elf she didn't care. As long as Constance didn't answer the door everything would be find. Sometimes Pansy couldn't believe how many of her old house mates had turned their backs on the very morals they were raised by. Many of them were out frolicking with the dirt which made Pansy want to vomit just by the image. Draco had even fallen a bit allowing a blood traitor to stay in his house, Pansy wondered how his parents truly felt about that. Unlike most Pansy was pretty much the same girl she was in school just a bit more wiser and mature, she stayed true to herself and family morals unlike most of the people she once called friends.
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WORD COUNT: [/color] Four Hundred and Sixty Seven TAGGED:[/color] Draco CREDITS: Arro @ Caution 2.0[/size][/left] |
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Sept 23, 2011 20:16:16 GMT -5
   Draco had been marginally productive today. He had gone to work, and had just gotten home roughly two hours ago. Work had been rather dull, but Draco tended not to think about that, because seeing as he couldn't talk about his job it was rather pointless to think about it much on his free time. Of course, sometimes he still brought his work home with him, but tonight he had other plans. Plans that involved Pansy Parkinson, possibly dinner at the Manor, and a nice tangle in the sheets. Draco licked his lips as he ran a hand through his damp hair. He had showered and was still clad in his towel in front of his bathroom mirror, but he still had enough time before Pansy was due to arrive. Draco didn't do anything half arsed, and just because he had already had Pansy didn't mean he was going to be anything less than what she had gotten the first time. He wasn't like most men in that aspect - he liked keeping things up to parr, so to speak.
Draco grabbed another towel and began to towel off his hair, letting the fluffy object drape around his shoulders once he was finished. Draco took a final look at himself in the mirror, just because he could, and then strolled out of the bathroom and towards his dresser. He tugged open one of the drawers to the large, dark colored thing, then pulled out a pair of black silk boxers. He tossed his towels away and pulled them on, then went over to his extensively gigantic closet to find something to pull on. Draco leaned against the doorframe of his closet, his arms crossed as he debated. After a couple moments, he walked in and grabbed a pair of grey slacks and a silky emerald green button up shirt. He pulled on the clothes, taking care to button the shirt (leaving the top two undone). He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, then snapped his fingers.
Two seconds later, a small house elf appeared at his feet. She looked up at him, and then bowed low. "Pernie, take the dirty clothes and towels, and when I'm done in the bathroom and entertaining Miss Parkinson, clean the bathroom. Oh, and make my bed." Draco knew he could've done it with magic, but why waste a wave of your wand when a house elf is oh so readily available? Draco brushed past the elf, who was nodding profusely, her nose almost touching the floor, and he returned to the bathroom. Draco did the rest of the usual deal - brushed his teeth, put on some cologne - but not too much - then the other necessities, and then he was basically ready to go. Draco summoned his dragon hide shoes, then sat on the edge of his bed and slipped them on.
He ran a hand through his hair, which was now completely dry, and heaved a sigh. Sometimes, he wondered if meeting Pansy and fucking her hard into his mattress needed to stop. He wondered how deep she was getting into it, but...most of the time, he pushed it from his brain and just went along with it for the pleasure. Just as long as she kept coming back. Draco straightened and walked out of his room, heading downstairs just in time to hear the knock at the door. He watched a house elf pop up and open the door, bowing to Pansy and then moving out of her way hurriedly.
"Why Pansy," Draco began, a devious smirk curling at his lips, "to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He took her hand and kissed her fingers, lingering perhaps a moment too long, before casually shutting the door behind her. Of course, Draco knew why she was there - they had, of course, set the meeting up. He was just being difficult.
WORDS : 654
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : so yeah hai XD
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : BOTTOM'S UP - NICKELBACK |
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Post by Pansy Annaliese Parkinson on Sept 26, 2011 16:33:23 GMT -5
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A pair of emerald eyes stared back at Pansy from the silver door knocker that took the shape of a serpent. She had just finished withdrew her hand from the chilled knocker when the unmistakable cracking sound of an apparation emitted from the other side of the threshold. A second later the door began to swing open to show a tiny house elf who bowed and moved to the side to allow Pansy entrance to the Malfoy manor. As Pansy stepped into the manor an audible click sounded from her heel colliding with the marble floors. It was a sound that made her feel at home. The sharpness of it contrasted with the neat and polished look of the manor. The floors were so spotless that Pansy could see a slight reflection of herself as she gazed toward the floor for a moment.
The house elf, whose name did not matter to Pansy in the least, closed the door behind her with a quick snap causing Pansy to look back at the puny being with a slight glare. "Why Pansy," A familiar voice spoke out, as she adverted her gaze to the man that wore a devious grin as he spoke, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Draco finished. Blue-grey eyes of hers swept over Draco's appearance taking in every detail that was visible. The polished dragon hide shoes gleamed softly in the low lighting of the hall which were covered slightly by the grey slacks that were obviously tailored to fit him perfectly. Paired with an emerald button up shirt that contrasted beautifully with his blonde hair and grey eyes. Noting the first two buttons were undone where one of her favorite parts of his body was exposed she smirked lightly.
Slowly Pansy tore her stare away from Draco's collarbone up to his pointed face. "As if you hadn't of asked me here just for the pleasure of my visit." Pansy said as his lips left his skin just a bit warmer than it had been previously. Turning her back to Draco for a moment she waited for him to take her jacket she had worn. The night were slowly dropping in temperature as the month of September went on. "How have things been since our last meeting?" Pansy asked, although it had been only a week since their last encounter, she still wondered what happened in his day to day life after being a part of so much of it back in school. Pansy knew work was off topic since Draco was now an unspeakable so just a general fine or alright would suffice.
After her jacket was removed from her skin Pansy turned back to face him. She couldn't help but wondered what would take place before the main event of the evening. Would they venture out to build the tension or have a nice meal in without the disturbance of the glances from the curious on lookers. Pansy was well aware of Draco's social life, it wasn't as if she was a clueless bimbo that Draco had absolutely no respect for. Although their situation didn't always sit well with her at least Pansy knew she had a big part of his attention whether it was only physical or not, it didn't matter. As long as she had an in, a way to get him to notice her just a bit more things would work out smoothly for her in the end.
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WORD COUNT: [/color] Five Hundred and Eighty Seven TAGGED:[/color] Draco CREDITS: Arro @ Caution 2.0[/size][/left] |
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Sept 28, 2011 20:47:22 GMT -5
He certainly appreciated her appraising eyes. It made a slight smirk form on his lips, but he would work that out later. Draco could squeeze all of her praises out soon enough. For now, he'd greet her and be the perfect gentleman, just like he was supposed to be. "Well, I suppose it is a pleasure for both of us, isn't it?" Draco questioned, smoothly taking her coat. He glanced at her, his eyes raking over her body briefly before he banished her coat to the rack with a lazy flick of his wand. As always, Pansy looked flawless and desirable. Draco wet his lips quickly, a subconscious motion from thoughts of the night to come, before he held out his arm for her. "I thought we could have dinner in the Manor tonight," he said, waiting for her to take his arm before he began to lead them towards the dining room. Earlier, he had briefly entertained treating her to dinner in his bedroom, just to get their night started earlier, but he had decided against it. It was a gesture that was much too intimate for their 'casual fuck buddies' status, in Draco's mind. She might not have seen it that way, but he wanted to make sure the lines didn't get too blurry.
"Things have been fine," Draco replied. He never had been one to go into excessive detail. He left a majority of the talking to Pansy, when it came down to it. "And you? I presume you've found some way to get yourself in trouble," Draco said, a sly smirk appearing on his lips as he shot her a sideways glance. Pansy wasn't stupid - well, by his thoughts, Draco supposed...others would beg to differ - so he doubted she would ever get herself into something too deep. After all, that was Draco's job, wasn't it? He thought of the faded mark still impressed in his arm, but made no outward notion that he was thinking of it. Draco led her through to the dining room - not the one that the Dark Lord had used for his precious meetings, of course - and strolled over to one of the chairs. Draco slipped his arm from her grip and pulled her chair out for her, then pushed it in once she had seated herself and moved to his own.
"Order whatever you like," Draco said, relaxing back in his chair. He glanced at the wine sitting on the table, then reached out and grasped the bottle, uncorking it and pouring some for her and himself. Draco glanced over at her, silently assessing her upper half. She looked good, as always. He set aside the wine bottle and picked up his glass, taking a brief sip before putting it back down. Wine was good, but it didn't hold a broomstick to Firewhiskey, in Draco's opinion. He glanced at the clean, silver plate resting innocently in front of him, then ordered a fillet. Draco had never really gained much of an appetite back since his sixth year, and often a large portion of a main course was enough to satisfy him. The only time he really ever stuffed his face was when it came to desserts, and even then he didn't eat pounds and pounds of it.
"So Pansy, tell me," Draco began, picking up his knife and fork and cutting into the meat slowly. He flicked his gaze up to her face, then returned it back to his food, "What did you have in mind for tonight?" Because inevitably she would have something planned - often times she did. Draco's mind revolved around the sex, she was the one who had extra thoughts and input and that type of thing. He didn't mind though, because Draco had to keep himself interested enough to get her to stick around. He didn't want to lose her as his shag partner, as crude and horrible as that sounded.
WORDS : 655
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : lol one more word than last time. improving~ XDD
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : BOTTOM'S UP - NICKELBACK |
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