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I wake up and stretch, smiling as I see Pansy laying next to me. She… - After the End's ~ Draco Malfoy
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Draco Malfoy
Date: 2007-12-25 22:00
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I wake up and stretch, smiling as I see Pansy laying next to me. She looks so beautiful when she's sleeping - a true Pureblood witch. Her parents are fools. Rolling over on my side, I gently brush the hair out of her eyes and kiss her on the lips. When she opens her eyes, I smile at her. "Happy Christmas, Pansy."

She smiles back, stretching slightly as she does. "Happy Christmas, Draco."

I lean in for another kiss. When we finally pull apart, I smirk and say, "I must say this is much nicer than waking up at Hogwarts on Christmas morning to Crabbe and Goyle's grunts and groans."

"You know, when I'm kissing you, it is a bit of an insult if you are thinking about Crabbe and Goyle," she remarks with a smirk of her own.

"Oh I thought that before I even woke you up, I'm just voicing it now," I say with a grin. "So what would you like to do first? Breakfast or gifts?"

"Let's start with gifts. It is Christmas after all."

"OK," I say, rolling away from her and standing up. I pull my dressing robe around me and watch as she gets up as well. A few minutes later we are out in the sitting room by the tree.

I pick up her gift and hand it to her. "I would like you to open your gift first."
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Pansy Parkinson: content
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Date: 2007-12-30 22:05 (UTC)
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I take it, curious, opening it. When I open it, I find a letter.

Dear Miss Parkinson,

On behalf of The Gilded Robe, we are pleased to offer you a contract to sell your designs here in our shop in Paris. Please come and see us after the first of the year.

Mdme Elenora Troussou


I look at the letter then at Draco. "Draco this....this is amazing." I hadn't expected anything like this.

"I'm glad you like it. I wanted to give you something special for our first Christmas together," he says, leaning in and giving me a kiss. I return the kiss and as we pull back, I already have ideas for designs to sell there.

"I'm sorry my gift isn't quite as amazing as that."

"Pansy, you know I love you and that anything you give me will be fine," he says, and I can see the sincerity.

I offer him a box. I don't have the ability to do some of he's done, and unlike before, cost was a concern. Yet, I think he might like this.
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Draco Malfoy: Dreaming
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Date: 2007-12-30 22:07 (UTC)
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I take the box from her, wondering what it is. When I open the box, the first thing that I come to is a handsome set of dress robes - dark blue lined with silver. I look at her and smile. "Are these one of your designs?"

She nods. "I thought they would be fitting for New Year's Eve, since I know we'll most likely be at the club."

"Thank you," I say, lifting the robes out of the box to get a better look at them, and find two smaller boxes underneath. The first box I open has a gold wristwatch in it and the second box has a pin in it, and I look at her questioningly for a moment before I realize what it is. "A mongoose." I take her in my arms and kiss her longly. "Thank you, Pansy."

"You're welcome," she smiles, arms wrapping around me.

We sit there on the couch, cuddling and kissing. This is how Christmas should be - spent with the one that you love. I smile as I realize how sentimental I am becoming.
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Pansy Parkinson: coy
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Date: 2007-12-30 23:40 (UTC)
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I'm kissing Draco, one hand running through his hair as we lay on the sofa. His gift is amazing, but I have to say, this is one Christmas tradition I could become very accustomed to. Both of us are already tugging at each other's clothing when we hear a knock on the door. "Let's not answer," I remark, kissing Draco again.

"They can wait," he replies as he kisses me deeper and starts removing my outer garments. I smirk as I rid him of his shirt, returning his kiss, pulling him closer.

The knocking gets more insistent, rattling the door in it's frame. I sigh deeply. "Were you expecting someone?"

"Not that I remember," he says, continuing to kiss my neck. "If it's Nott, he's dead next time I see him."
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Severus Snape: Annoyed
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Date: 2007-12-30 23:55 (UTC)
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After pounding on the door to Draco's flat and not getting any response I wonder if they are even home. Did they head for Draco's parents place while I was on my way here? I pause and listen, I can hear something faint, voices? I pound some more but still nobody answers the door. I pull out my wand and use the Alohomora charm on the door but it is warded and not so easily opened. I do not have time to waste fiddling with doors. Stepping back I Disapparate into the living room where I visited not so long ago.

I see Draco and Pansy on the sofa and wish I just kept knocking.

Pansy glances over when she sees me appear then gives a shout, pulling her arms back to try and cover herself.

Draco also shifts himself in order to be more modest. He starts to speak, but I give him the piercing stare I gave to Potter so many times.

"Cover yourselves," I growl and turn away so they can do this. Of all the things they could be doing, its that...but since they do have some clothing on it obviously was what they started when I knocked. If I wasn't angry at Nott for his attack on Narcissa, I would have found this rather embarrassing, now I just find it irritating.

I hear the sounds of both of them moving to gather their clothing and pull it on. Pansy mutters something under her breath, but I can't hear what it is.

Deciding they had sufficient time to dress, I turn back and look at them both and I think of giving them detention before remembering they are no longer in school.

"I will make this quick so you two can get back to your....Christmas morning activities." I state firmly. "Miss Parkinson, I need to know where young Mr. Nott lives." I ask her as I know she knows were Theo lives because of the talk with Draco I had a month or so ago.

"Excuse me?" she asks, hair out of place, clothing looking rumpled, but her tone is one that is civil, yet a trace of coldness can be heard.

"Theodore Nott's flat," I repeat. "Where is it, Miss Parkinson." This time I look at her intently to see if I can pick the address out of her surface thoughts but find her mind is skillful enough not to be so easily read. She will have to tell me then and I hope she does. I have wasted enough time here as it is.

Draco, who seems to have broken out of whatever trance I put him in, raises an eyebrow. "You are looking for Nott?" I do not bother answering Draco, the answer is obvious.

She frowns, folding her arms. "If necessary, I'm sure he can be reached by owl, Professor."

"By the time an Owl reaches him it will be too late." I narrow my eyes at her. I do not want to use Legilimency on Draco's soon to be wife, but if she continues to resist I will. "I ask again, Miss Parkinson, where is Nott?"

Her frown continues to stay there. "I do not track his whereabouts. He could be almost anywhere, since it is a holiday."

"I do not expect you do, but I do know you know where he lives," I tell her, angry.

"And that is not something I will divulge," she answer, tone a bit sharper.

I don't bother to ask her again, instead I just pull out my wand and cast the silent version of Legilimens and feel myself plunge into Pansy's memories. I feel resistance but Pansy doesn't have the training or discipline to repel me. I find the information I want easily.

She stiffens, an odd look on her features until the frown returns and she shakes her head, as if trying to shake free of the spell.

Draco's eyes dart to me and I know he's not happy. "You have no right to do that!"

"I would have preferred to have what I need given willingly, but I do not have time to explain my reasons." I tell Draco. Without any further word to either I turn and Disaparate away.
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Pansy Parkinson: got to be kidding
User: ate_pansy
Date: 2007-12-30 23:58 (UTC)
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I shake my head again and I rub my temples for a moment, to rid myself of the headache, before letting my hand drop. I've heard of wizards and witches that were capable of that, but I did not want Professor Snape in my mind. The thoughts, knowledge and memories were not his to see. "How dare he!"

I can see that Draco is angry as well. In fact, he's almost too angry to speak. I can tell that this is really bothering him, that he would do this to me. "Come on, we're getting dressed," he says finally.

"Wait." I pull out my wand. I hate to see that my hand is not a steady as I'd like. It takes me a moment to think of a good memory. One happy enough for this. "Expecto Patronum!" The arctic fox appears. "A message for Theodore Nott," I tell the patronus. "Theo, Professor Snape is looking for you. He used Legilimency to find your address. You know I would not give it willingly." I sigh. "Be on your guard." With the message done, I nod. "Go find Theodore Nott." I watch as the fox runs across the room and through the door, disappearing from sight. Hopefully it will get to him before Snape.

"We are going to see my parents. Maybe they know why he's hunting down Nott," Draco says, looking at me.

"Your godfather is..." I stop myself, shaking my head. I want to check on Theodore to make sure he's alright. However, it's for the best if Theodore stays hidden, if possible.

"This isn't like him. Let's go get dressed. The sooner we get some answers, the better," Draco says grimly.

I get to my feet with a nod, walking toward the bedroom.

We dress quickly and make our way over to Malfoy Manor. Once we are there, Draco knocks on the door, but there is no answer.

"Is there a spell?" I ask, a bit confused. Why wouldn't one of the house elves answer?
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Draco Malfoy: worried
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Date: 2007-12-31 00:07 (UTC)
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I try the door and find that I can open it. But as soon as I open the door, I know that something is wrong. The house has an empty feel to it. "Mother, are you here?" I call out, but my voice echoes.

Pansy pulls out her wand, keeping it ready. The house smells like Christmas dinner, and I can hear the Malfoy elves in the kitchen, but where are Mother's favourite elves who answer the door and wait on people, Lilith and Faustus?

I keep my wand out as I go from room to room. When i arrive at the sitting room where the Christmas tree stands. There are gifts beneath the tree, and on the desk is a note addressed to me, and one to Professor Snape. I open it and read it as quickly as I can, looking up as Pansy enters the room.

"They're gone," I say, my voice eerily calm.

"Gone? To where?" she asks, shivering slightly.

"Into hiding. There's a note here for Professor Snape too." I know that Snape is probably the last person that Pansy wants to see but he has to be told. "I need to contact him." I can see her looking at me with worry. I conjure up the memory of Pansy's accepting my proposal, and cast, "Expecto Patronum!" Turning to the mongoose, I say, "Professor Snape, come to Malfoy Manor now!" I watch as the Patronus leaves.
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Severus Snape: Worried
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Date: 2007-12-31 00:12 (UTC)
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I appear by the front entrance of the Malfoy Manor, deciding it will be best I appear here instead of in the sitting room where I left Narcissa and Lucius. I am just about to call out for Narcissa when a mongoose pops into existence before me. I recognize it as Draco's and hear his voice. He certainly has quickly learned how to effectively use a Patronus. I head towards the sitting room and find Pansy and Draco, but no sign of his parents.

"Draco where is your mother?" I ask as I approach.

He hands me a letter. "There's one for you as well." I can see that he is very close to losing his calm facade.

Concerned, I look at the letter and recognize Narcissa's eloquent hand writing immediately. Opening it up I find a note and an object which I manage not to drop. I read over what Narcissa has written and feel my heart sink. I should have expected Bellatrix's latest attempt to harm Narcissa would be the final straw to force Narcissa into hiding. It also means it will be more difficult to see. Then I read about the portkey, realizing that is what the object I nearly dropped is. It activates on a trigger word, so I can freely handle it. I put it and the letter into my pocket and close my eyes briefly, before I return my full attention to Draco and Pansy.

"At least now she is safe," I say softly, tired from my mental war with Nott, worried about Narcissa and feeling rather alone.

"And what did Theodore have to do with it?" Pansy counters, anger evident in her tone.

I look over at Pansy for a few moments then scan the room but I don't see the packaging from the gift that apparently came from Theo. Most likely the elves cleaned up before they left. I focus once more on Pansy though I address both her and Draco.

"This morning Narcissa received a gift via Owl, it was addressed to Narcissa from Theo. Lucius had her elf open it as Narcissa she was suspicious about how it was addressed. It turned out the gift was a portkey; the elf was vanished. Narcissa summoned her back and we learned she had appeared someplace to see Bellatrix and Fenrir waiting. I had to be certain Nott did not send that package or was co-erced to send it. He did not; he had nothing to do with it."

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Draco gripping his wand tightly in his hand as a look of rage crosses over his face. "That does it!"

"Calm yourself, Draco." I tell him, concerned at what he plans to do, yet a part of me will gladly do exactly what he wants, hunt down and deal with Bellatrix once and for all.

A vase explodes in the house. I have never seen Draco so angry. "You want me calm down? My parents have been driven away because of my crazy aunt. Do you realize that I was looking forward this Christmas because for once I could enjoy it with my family without having to worry about Voldemort and last year I was on the run? I'll kill her. I don't care. I'm going to kill her!"

"I understand your anger, Draco." I tell him in the same tone of voice I have used so often at Hogwart's to deal with my most difficult students. "But Bellatrix will carve you up like a roast if you let yourself be controlled by your anger. She will pay for what she has done, but to take her down we have to find her first. The last thing I want to do is have to tell your parents of your death."

Pansy walks over to Draco and slide her hand into his, whispering something to him.

I don't know what she said to him, but he relaxes slightly, then turns to me. "I want you to know that I'm not going to stand by and let you go after her alone."

"Very well Draco. Just keep in mind you will be a fool to go after her by yourself. When I finally locate where she's hiding, I will let you know. Keep in mind that I don't intend to take chances of her escaping so will most likely bring friends along as well. Some may not take it likely if she is murdered out of hand, so be careful of what you use to take her own, if I don't do it first."

"If it is true that you need to hate someone in order to use an Unforgiveable on them, then she better watch out. I have never hated anyone more than I hate her right now. And that includes Potter."

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Severus Snape: Worried
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Date: 2007-12-31 00:12 (UTC)
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"For your sake Draco I hope you never succeed in using an Unforgivable Curse." I tell him firmly. "Such dark magic is not to be taken lightly, casting it leaves deep rooted marks. She isn't worth scaring your soul over or winding up in prison. If there is any killing to be done I will do it. Understood?" I look hard at Draco. He was not ready to kill Albus on the tower, I do not want him finding a way to kill his Aunt, no matter how badly she deserves it.

"I will not promise never to do it. I will promise, however, that I don't intend on using one unless it is to defend myself or the woman I love. There should be allowances for self preservation."

"There are many ways to disable an enemy Draco which doesn't require to kill them or torture them. Use your head!" I bark in much the same way I would do in class at a particularly dense student. I am not going to call him into a fight against Bellatrix should I find her, Draco is too angry and will likely get himself killed thinking his hatred of Bellatrix will be enough.

"Shouting is not going to help," Pansy snaps at me, clearly still upset at me.

"I do not recall asking for your opinion, Miss Parkinson." I tell her coldly but don't take my eyes on Draco. It is him I want to drive home the point killing Bellatrix isn't the thing for him to do.

Pansy frowns, muttering something under her breath.
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Draco Malfoy: Time to pay
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Date: 2007-12-31 00:17 (UTC)
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I want to say that I don't think that Aunt Bellatrix is going to stand and let me stun her or disarm her, but I say nothing. I'm not going to make promises that I can't keep. "Do you really think she's going to stand around and let me disarm or stun her?" My words come out sharper than intended but I'm not happy.

"She is not going to stand still and let you cast the killing curse either, Draco." Severus replies. "Casting spells in combat is not like Lockhart's little dueling club. The participants do not bow and give you a chance to cast a spell faster than they can. Combat dueling is dirty, violent and with an opponent like Bellatrix, won't be fair."

"Lockhart was a joke anyway," I say with a smirk. I don't tell him what I am thinking - that it's possible that she will come after me to get information on Mother.

"Remember your defensive and offensive spells, Draco. Do not stand in one place, keep moving, use what obstacles are around you. Use non-verbal spells as much as you can but make sure you know how to cast them in a safe environment before trying to do them in a fight. Better to shout your incantations and cast the spell than fail silently."

I nod and go over to the Christmas tree. I don't really see anything - I simply stand there, thinking. I am halfway between being angry and feeling cheated.
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Severus Snape
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Date: 2007-12-31 00:19 (UTC)
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I watch Draco as he becomes lost in his own thoughts. He is no killer, nor do I want him to become one. He may be older now since the confrontation on the top of the Astronomy tower but I still doubt he can kill. Even if fighting Bellatrix, his Aunt, the woman intending to kill his mother, he will balk at killing her. It is one thing to kill accidentally but to kill with an Unforgivable is something completely different. Draco will not be able to cast the killing curse, it is not just uttering the incantation at somebody you hate. I do not want to show Draco how it is done, I do not want him to be a killer. Better he resorts to other spells, than use the killing curse.

"Those might help, but Bellatrix doesn't duel like sane witches," Pansy speaks up.

I look over at Pansy and nod slightly. "Exactly, Bellatrix likes to take risks, she will try trickery, she will even try reason, but never forget she is a powerful witch and despite her insanity, she is lucid enough to never be underestimated."

"And she will use others," Pansy comments, frowning thoughtfully.

"Yes, hence why I showed you two how to use the Patronus charm to call for aid. Best thing for you two to do is get behind cover and Disapparate away before she can put up a Apparation block."

Turning away from Pansy I walk over to Draco and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know you want to make Bellatrix pay for what she did to you and your mother but getting yourself killed won't help them. When the time comes you will have a hand in defeating her, just don't make it at the risk of your own life or soul, when not necessary."

He turns to me, and I see something in his eyes that I have never seen before. It's a mixture of rage and fear. "She has taken something from me, and for that she must pay."

"Pay she will, Draco, but you better make sure the price is not too high for you in the process." I tell him sternly. "Do not underestimate her!" I warn harshly, worried my Godson will go do something as foolish and sickeningly noble as what Potter did when he assumed his own godfather was in danger. Not that I care that Sirirus died, but it is seeing Draco hurt because he ran off and did something without thinking.

He looks thoughtful for a moment, and his shoulders slump just a hair. "On one condition."

Did he think what I said was negotiable? "And what will that be?" I ask curious.

"If you are the one to capture her, that you allow me to walk right up to her and tell her exactly what I think of her before you cast the killing curse." For the first time in a long while, I see Draco's eyes brimming with tears. They are more than likely tears of anger than anything else, but tears none the less.

"If I am able to give you that opportunity, then I shall, Draco." I agree after some consideration. It is unlikely I will be able to successfully capture Bellatrix and restrain her to give Draco a chance to spit in her face, before I kill her. Most likely she will die during our battle long before I can render her harmless.

"You know what angers me most of all? Do you know how long it has been since I had a normal Christmas with my family? A Christmas without Father running off to do Voldemort's bidding? A Christmas without hating my father for training me to be a Death Eater? I don't remember such a Christmas. Do you remember what our Christmas dinner was last year?"
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Severus Snape: Contemplative
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Date: 2007-12-31 00:20 (UTC)
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"A rather scrawny rabbit if I recall correctly," I reply, recalling hiding in a cave trying to cook the bloody thing so it remained editable. Even with a wand my cooking skills are rudimentary at best. One reason I spent most of my time at Hogwart's during the summer, when I wasn't doing the Dark Lord's bidding after his return, or the Order's. Never stayed at Headquarters though for dinner, Sirius and Remus are not my sort of company. Besides, Lucius and Narcissa served better food. "You will have a proper Christmas dinner with your family and your new baby sister next year, when the last of the darkness left by the Dark Lord has been destroyed."

"Perhaps the new Millenium will be better for everyone," Draco says thoughtfully. "Venus deserves to be born into a world that is safe." He takes out two packages from his pocket which I assume are for his parents.

"Yes, I hope that is the case as well. Too many of us have already suffered greatly through the past dark times." I respond coldly, thinking of all the things the Dark Lord and his more evil followers have done to bring misery into the world. I certainly realize I have brought about enough myself.

"I wish..." Draco says, but then turns away and says no more. But then he says quietly, "I wish things had been different."

"As do I." I agree. I don't think what Draco said was what he intended to say. I decide not to probe his mind for what he is really thinking. I have intruded onto peoples thoughts enough for one day.

"I can arrange to have your gifts for your parents sent to them," I offer after letting the silence fall between us.

He thinks for a moment, then shakes his head. "No. We shall wait until they return home."

"Very well." I understand why he wants to leave the gifts here, better to feel his parents will be returning home. I hope I can bring them Bellatrix's head before the start of the New Year. Finding and stopping Bellatrix has just become my primary purpose now. It is time I pull all my resources together to track her down.

"I must be going Draco, I need to work harder to find Bellatrix, I do not want her to be a continual threat to my friends." I glance over at Pansy a moment before looking back at Draco. "If you need me, call me, by Owl, Floo or Patronus, as the urgency requires. I will be in touch."


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