Ivy || Draco Malfoy

10

Pansy stood in front of a grand mirror dressed in a poofy lavender coloured dress looking miserable. Christmas had come and passed spent with appointments for the flowers or the dress fittings and even food tasting. There was nothing relaxing about this holiday break even in the slightest. I even had to learn to dance which was horrible.

"I hate this damn dress," Pansy fumed. She looked like a cupcake topper. The color clashed with her skin tone and made her look nothing like herself.

"Yeah, me too." I nodded in agreement; it truly was a horrifying sight.

A house-elf pulled at the corset of the dress making it tighter. Pansy was turning red from the tip of her feet to the top of her head. The more the small house elf tightened her dress the more she bit down on her tongue. Eventually, the dress was tight enough that Pansy couldn't breathe but it made her waist look fantastic.

"Remind me to never let anyone put me in a corset ever again," Pansy seethed.

"You look purple. Matches the dress." I teased.

"It's the lack of oxygen to my brain. I'm going to pass out." Pansy groaned. I offered to loosen the dress a bit, but I was interrupted by Lazuli rushing in.

Pansy's mother was an interesting woman. She was flighty and always smiles. She was the complete opposite of her daughter. Her dark hair hung long, and her blue eyes were caring. I always imagined Pansy's parents as cold-hearted people. When I met Lazuli, I thought I met the wrong person. She was so light and kind I was surprised she didn't have small animals following her like a Disney princess.

"Pansisia!" Lazuli called.

"Yes, Mom?" Pansy rolled her eyes in my direction before facing her mother.

"Guests are going to be here soon. I suggest you girls finish getting ready," she smiled at her daughter. "You look like a princess," she added before turning to leave.

"I hate the dress," Pansy called after her mother.

"It looks beautiful on you," her mother answered with a smile. She reminded me a bit of Luna Lovegood a Ravenclaw. It was like she didn't realize that her daughter was angry or upset. Or maybe she just didn't care much. "Oh, and there's someone asking for you," she said as an afterthought.

"It better not be Fulcran! I don't want to see him," Pansy said frustrated.

I had met Fulcran a few nights previous. He was just as slimy and pompous as Pansy had been describing. He rubbed me the wrong way. The way he walked around the Parkinson's home like it was his own made me uncomfortable. He was clearly entitled and expected everything to be served to him on a silver platter. There was no way this was going to be a happy marriage.

"It's not. It's the Nott boy." She said disapprovingly.

I always knew that Theo had a thing about him. He was rebellious and always did the opposite of what his parents asked of him. He has tattoos and wears his luxurious clothes haphazardly. He didn't try hard in school even though he could. Theo was a rebel without a cause, and it was known amongst the Pureblood community that he was bad seed. I never saw him that way. I knew that he was just acting out because he hated the way his family acted. That didn't stop the other families from talking.

"Let him in," Pansy smiled.

A few moments later a well-dressed Theo waltzed in. His tie was tied, his suit buttoned, and his tattoos covered. His signature rolled-up sleeves where nowhere to be found. He looked like a carbon copy of Malfoy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle who all wore their clothes appropriately. He was making an effort.