mirror // pansy parkinson

twenty-one

— third person's point of view

'Draco!'

Draco Malfoy was known for his flat-out rude personality. Arrogant, blatant, spiteful, a pain in the arse— those words were normally addressed to him. He couldn't care less, though. The image he potrayed to make others cower in fear amused him. That's right.

Simply amusing.

Alas, even the "oh-so-wondrous" heir of the Malfoys broke his facade once a while; in no way was he not to grin or be playful around his close friends.

Draco glanced behind his shoulder, a smirk twitched at his friend. Blaise Zabini, to him, was a gem in the rough. He was charismatic, intelligent (a shocker, really) and quite supportive of a friend.

It was a shame how Crabbe and Goyle grew distant with them; though no matter how Draco tried to befriend again, they just turned their backs. So Draco came to a conclusion that he should not care.

'Where you've been, you moron?' Blaise said bitterly.

Draco gaped. 'Moron? Where did that come from?'

'From you skipping meals again,' said his friend, narrowing his eyes. 'You know you ought to look after yourself more.'

Draco shrugged. 'What can I say? I could hardly care.'

Blaise sighed inwardly. 'You really looking for trouble, aren't you?'

'And I'm perfectly fine with it.'

Blaise cocked a grin.

'If Pansy was here, she would make fun of you.'

Draco didn't laugh, didn't respond or even grin. He just felt a churning swell of guilt formed in his chest upon hearing the girl's name.

Pansy Parkinson.

Where to begin? Her brilliant sneering personality was quite endearing, her passion for Potions was astounding. Even Draco used to lolled on her shoulder everytime it was time for a Potions lesson. He didn't understand how a person would enjoy mixing and fusing magical chemicals.

She was a great friend that wanted to be more than just that. In which Draco couldn't fulfilled, but got scared and screwed shit up.

'If Pansy was here,' Draco finally responded, 'she would drag me into the hall.'

'Oh, not just her,' Blaise continued, crashing into his train of thoughts. He looked as if he wasn't sorry at all bringing up the absent girl. 'I certainly would if I had found you earlier. Now we have to head to lessons. Though, one question— Just what were you doing in the library?'

Draco wondered how he knew, before realising he was carrying a book he borrowed from the library in his hands.

'Don't you dislike that place?' added Blaise.

'As long as the Gryffinmucks are not present,' he answered, 'the place is rather...ah, enchanting.'

Blaise laughed. 'Enchanting? That word even in your dictionary?'

Draco glared. 'Oi, Zabini—'

'Excuse me.'

Pale skinned girl, ragged blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail and wearing a rather loose Ravenclaw robes neared them both. She looked small and familiar but Draco couldn't put a finger to it. He was so sure she'd seen this girl somewhere during classes.

Was this the girl he incredulously and stupidly made fun of her build? If it was, he hoped she'd forgotten about it. She wasn't that bony.

'Yes, Lovegood?' Thank god to Blaise. Draco realised with a relief. She was the dreamy Ravenclaw. Not the girl he made fun of.