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Title: A Last Kiss

Contributors: dm_fugitive, lacy_pembrooke

Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2005-12-13 to 12-18

Game Date: August 21st

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters. We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world.

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Draco dressed in one of his few sets of wizard clothes.  He brushed his hair and checked his reflection before apparating into Pansy's backyard.  Dusk was setting.  Despite what he had told his father about not worrying with subterfuge, he wanted to avoid Pansy's parents.  There was a tree growing not too far from her window.  Draco climbed up it until he was level with Pansy's second floor bedroom window and tossed acorns at the glass.

There was no response at first and he wondered if she hadn't understood his message. After the fifth nut however, Pansy's face apeared at the window. Draco made large gestures to get her attention. Her eyes went wide with surprise when she spotted him. She opened the window quickly. "What are you doing out there?" she asked in a loud whisper.

"Came to see you," he said. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," Pansy said. "But how...?" She bit her lip, pulled out her wand and aimed it for one of the larger branches near Draco. It transfigured into a ladder that stretch from the tree trunk to the window sill. Draco nodded and carefully climbed the untested bridge. When he got across and hung his legs through the sill, he rested for a moment against the open window.

Pansy was clearly intrigued but looked past Draco at the branch. "I best transfigure it back before anyone sees," she said. He moved aside, and she did so. Her door was already closed. She glanced at it, then closed the window. "I don't think you've been in my bedroom before," she said.

Draco shrugged as though he had missed that detail and gave her a half smile. "First time for everything," he said.

"Why are you here?" Pansy asked again. She seemed afraid to move too close or too far as if he might disappear again.

Draco shifted and leaned back against the wall beside the window. "I wanted to talk to you about something. About us, actually," he said. "I had a talk with my father the other day and well...to make a long story short. It got me thinking about us, and that we probably wouldn't be able to see each other again until you've left school, and..."

Pansy crossed her arms and felt her face take on a confused half disgruntled shape. Draco didn't exactly seem as though he were about to impart good news to her. She tried to shake it off however and smiled instead.

"What about it?" she piped up, sounding a little too confident.

Draco steeled himself. "It's just that a lot can happen in a year, and I don't think it's fair to expect you to wait for me."

"But I don't MIND waiting!" she snapped, almost too loudly. "Draco, I WANT to be with you." she insisted but much more calmly. Her arms were at her sides now, and she slumped back onto her bed.

"You're here to break-up with me..." she said quietly.

"No," Draco said quickly. He kneeled down in front of Pansy and placed his hands on her shoulders. "That's not it at all, love. I'm not breaking up with you. I'm just saying I'll understand...if you change your mind. It's easy to say you want to wait for me now, but people change. I'm not saying I want to break up, but I wanted to let you know, if in a few months some boy catches your fancy and you want to break up, that it's okay. I don't want you to be restricted by me."

Pansy felt her eyes begin to well up as Draco spoke. In an instant the tears were running down her cheeks.

In a flash she hugged him tightly, not even really thinking about her actions, just latching onto him and burying her head into his shoulder and neck. She tried not to sob and tried not to get his robes wet with tears but couldn't help but shed a few.

"But I don't want another boy." she said into his shoulder her voice taking on a more stubborn tone. She didn't want to think about what he might say next, but she was sure that he might ask her to do the same thing, and not worry if he wanted to date someone else as well.

Draco hugged her, half-patting, half-rubbing her back in a way that was meant to be soothing. "Never said that I wanted you to find one," he said in a low voice. "But you have to be prepared to lose me, Pansy. It'll be worse for you if you're not."

Pansy pulled back from him, sitting up on her bed and gave him a strange look. "Why should I be prepared to lose you? Did something happen?" She had her own hands on his shoulders now, the tears still staining her cheeks as she tried to blink the excess out of her eyes.

"It's a dangerous time," Draco said rather stiffly, but meeting her eyes. He glanced away and his expression softened. "You have to understand that I could die in this war...actually there's an increasing good chance that I'm going to die." He wasn't quite smiling, but his voice had a darkly amused quality. He put his right hand over hers on his shoulder. "I don't want to drag you down with me."

Pansy really didn't know what to say, but the dread she had felt earlier was slowly subsiding. In fact, even after everything Draco had just said, she felt much better.

"I don't care." she said, in a huff. "Isn't that what people do when they care for each other?"

Draco's sudden resolve to death had completely elevated him. Why it didn't scare her, she had no clue. He was no longer a boy in her eyes, but a man whom she was bound and prepared to follow anywhere against anyone. Or so she told herself.

"No," Draco said flatly. She wasn't getting it at all. He stood, stepping away from her and her hands.

“W...what do you mean, no?" she squeaked, and felt like throwing something at him, or at least in his direction. Her hands gripped tightly at the bed covers. Why did he have to go and break the atmosphere like that? Why did he have to come and visit her and make her worry like this?

She released her hold on the coverlet and stood up, coming towards him, but then lost her nerve and stopped a mere foot away, at a loss for words.

"I mean you don't drag people down when you care for them," he said, still icy.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Pansy insisted. "I just meant that when someone cares for someone else, they stick with them through thick and thin. And like it or not, Draco Malfoy, you'll just have to put up with me." She crossed her arms again, a small pout playing on her features.

Draco studied her and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "That's fine if I'm the only one you care for," he said. "And if I'm who you think I am. But I'd like to think you worry about yourself a little bit."

Pansy was at a complete loss and her face portrayed it.

"I... I don't exactly want to die... no." she whimpered. "But... I don't want you to die either! I'll follow you into danger... because I might be able to help." She was sounding more sure of herself by the second.

It was obvious, however that she didn't exactly know what it was she was trying to say, only that she wanted to comfort him... wanted him to know that she truly cared for him.

"Keep yourself out of danger," Draco said. "That will help the most. Keep your head down. Don't draw attention to yourself."

Pansy nodded quickly, agreeing with him. "Okay. If that's what you want. But you don't have to take the whole world on your shoulders you know... I mean, I... I love you, Draco."

Suddenly Pansy felt stupid and sappy and stopped herself, looking down at the floor of her bedroom.

"I'll do what you want me to do."

Draco kissed her and slid his hand around to the back of her neck. "Good girl," he murmured.

Pansy let her hand brush his waist and tried to keep herself in check, returning his kiss as best she could with what little warning she had that it was coming.

All of a sudden though she was kissing him back a second time and both her hands found their way to his waist and then to his shoulder blades.

Their second kiss was longer, hungrier. It surprised Draco at first, though he could not claim to be entirely resistant to it. Pansy had pulled in too closely for them to be very far when they parted. Draco started to move in for a third kiss, but stopped short and pulled back. "I've got to go," he said as he disentangled himself.

"Now?" she half gasped. "But..." and she stopped herself and then nodded.

"I'll miss you," she added finally, walking with him to the window, a sorrowful expression written across her features. She was breathing heavily and placed a hand to her heart.

"Are you... sure you have to go just this instant?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "After that closet incident they get a bit antsy when I'm gone very long." He gave her an apologetic smile.

Cheeks rosy, Pansy nodded again, her eyes sad and pleading. "Be careful... okay?"

Taking his hand in hers she squeezed it tightly and then let it go again. "I WILL miss you.... and... if you get a free moment, you can always come visit me again." she tried to smile for him. "I don't mind waiting."

She opened the window again slowly so that no one downstairs would hear and pulled out her wand transfiguring the branch for him once more.

Draco's cheeks were rather pink as well, but he forced his breathing to be more normal. "No promises," he said as he swung one leg out the window. He seemed to consider a goodbye kiss but thought better of it.

He climb back over and down from the tree. Waved at Pansy from the ground. He walked out of sight, and when he thought the sound might be safely muted by the trees, he disapparated.

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