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Princess Pansy's Peckish Problems	By : Mousse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Pansy Views: 21557 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and not a work of profit. Some lines are taken off from and some scenes resemble that of Reign (tv show) but, I do not own Harry Potter or Reign. History has no bearing in this narrative.

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“For God’s love, you have to eat! You haven’t taken anything for four days! You can’t starve yourself like this! You’re going to end up sick!”
               Pansy flicked a lazy gaze at the blonde beauty standing at the foot of her four-poster bed with her hands on her waist and an exasperated expression splashed on her face. At the table behind her, a tray filled with steaming dishes sat on the deep, mahogany furniture. Rolling her eyes at the girl, she burrowed deeper on her comfortable and soft bed, shutting away any distractions as she turned her gaze at the tranquil view of trees and glistening waters outside her wide window. It’s been four days since Blaise left France and six days since their conversation. After their meeting, she never sought him out and neither did he. She heard from her ladies-in-waiting that the Italian Prince retracted his marriage proposal the same day as she cut ties with him.
               She didn’t know what to feel regarding that information. She knew that she should feel forlorn or even extremely guilty but, all she felt was the numbness that settled inside her heart. She didn’t feel like doing anything worthwhile because she realized no one would notice her efforts and no one would praise her for it. She felt tired of trying and pretending that she was strong, that she was indifferent, that she was cold. She just wanted to let the days pass by quietly as she waste away into a shell of nothingness.
“Don’t ignore me, Pansy. I’m worried about the state of your health. I understand what you’re going through but, it would not do if you fall ill at Court and it would impart a certain assumption to the nobility. They would think that the rumours flying around the city are all true.” Daphne paused when her sister’s delicate snort sounded from across the room. She glared at the brunette, who promptly ignored her gesture as she continued to read a romance novel. She continued.
“The King and Queen have succeeded in putting an end to the whispers around the castle but, it still managed to spread. Countless nobles have been questioning the King’s decision of letting you stay here and he’s been surlier since.” The flaxen-haired Scot exclaimed, her voice stern as she sat down beside the stoic, resting girl.
“Since when is King Lucius not surly? I would think that he’s permanently gruff but, that may only be the case if the situation is with regards to Pansy.” Astoria, the brunette sibling of Daphne, commented from her seat by the window.
“Can’t you have some tact, Ria? Pansy’s already upset as it is.” Gemma Farley admonished, sending an unamused gaze at the younger Greengrass.
“I’m just stating the obvious. It’s as plain as day that the King never liked Pansy and I’m positive that every one of us can agree that the Queen shares the same sentiment as her husband. If they can express their discontent about someone then, why shouldn’t we? They barely warrant our respect for their disgusting display of camaraderie.” The brunette retorted as she examined her nails.
“Dear God, Astoria, shut your mouth. We may be inside the safety of Pansy’s room but even walls have ears. You might want to keep some of your opinions to yourself if you value your life. Sometimes, I wonder if you even use your brain.” Tracy Davis inquired nastily, earning herself a vicious glare from the brunette.
“And what about you? Are you even using yours? Morag McDougal is clearly infatuated with you. When are you going to use your great intelligence to tell him that you’re not interested?” She asked, cattily.
“If you must know, I already told him my insight so, spare me of your nonsense drivel and stick with whatever childish antics that caught your interest.” The Copper-Red haired girl snarled back, her face contorted into a feral scowl.
“Will the two of you give it a rest? Your bickering is not appropriate. In case you’ve forgotten, we’re in the presence of our Princess. Fighting amongst ourselves is hardly a stellar behaviour to uphold in the presence of our future Queen.” Gemma reprimanded the two girls, interrupting their slanging match before it got out of hand.
               Tracy and Astoria relented but, not before glaring at one another, their eyes holding a silent conversation that conveyed that they would finish when they were alone. Serenity reigned inside the chamber once again and the four ladies-in-waiting turned back to their own businesses but, the peaceful bubble that slowly descended on them was popped when Pansy laughed out loud with careless abandon. The four friends shared a look with one another before staring at the giggling mess their Princess has become.
“Um, what’s…amusing you, Pansy?” Daphne asked, tentatively amidst the laughter that rang out of the room.
“I should have listened. I should have ignored his advances. There are a lot of ways that I could have done to prevent this but, I did not do it. Well, I chose not to do it. I thought I knew what our relationship mean; a distraction, a chance to heal, the start of new beginning but, I didn’t picture the future, the fruit of our bond. I was selfish and foolish and arrogant and I never thought what it could me, what it could cost him and what it could cost us.” She answered lightly, at first, in between chuckles but, as she went on, her laughter turned into quiet sobs until she was hiccupping and snivelling, trembling underneath the thick coverlets over her bed.
               The four friends stopped their individual activities as they all shared a look with one another. They recognized Pansy’s depression and they chose to support her as it were required and expected as any of a royal’s assistant but, as her friends, they could personally relate to her as they, too, have experienced pain of their own although, it was not as publicized as the young Princess’ romance. Still, they understand her feelings and emotions and they knew that no amount of words or comfort could ease up her sadness.
               Silently, the three girls moved to her bed and sat beside her, each offering their touch of sympathy as they listened to the girl’s melancholic sobs. The sombre atmosphere was interrupted when a knock sounded and the door cracked open. The Platinum-Blonde hair of France’s Crown Prince appeared and the four girls stood from their seats, each curtsying low for the fair-haired Prince.
“Am I interrupting?” He questioned, Grey eyes sweeping at their faces before landing at the foetal form of Pansy.
“Not at all, Your Grace.” Astoria replied, smiling sweetly at him. Daphne raised an elegant brow at her sister.
“Good. Do you mind if I speak with Pansy?” Draco inquired with a smile of his own.
“Of course not, Your Highness. We will leave the both of you, then.” The younger Greengrass stated, bobbing into another curtsy, prompting the other girls to do the same.
               As soon as they finished giving their respects to him, the four girls exited the room, leaving the French Prince alone with Pansy. With the door closed, Draco padded towards his former fiancée, seating beside her with her frail back facing him. Staring, he noticed how much she thinned in the span of four days. Her White nightgown hangs loosely on her shoulders and upon close inspection; her skin is ashen of color. Her hair was matted and lifeless against the White of her pillowcase. Shivers wracked her body as she shed more tears, her sobs escaping from her lips.
               Concern filled him and in a desperate attempt to soothe her, he caressed her head with cautious hands, in case she jump in surprise at his action but, when she barely moved, his palm worked with more confidence. For a while, he stroked her gently as he waited for her to calm down. When her sobs died down and her quivering stopped, he retracted his hands and composed himself at the inevitable conversation that will happen between them. It’s been more than two months and even though he was sure that the girl has moved on from him, he still owed her an explanation.
               He also wanted to hear her story. Of course, he knew everything. He saw them together countless of times and it didn’t take a genius to know that there is something blooming between them but, there is only so much someone can know at the side-line. He didn’t want to pry on their relationship, choosing to observe the progress and only intervene when things began to head south except, he didn’t have the chance to intercede because her mother, Queen Imogen, took matters in her own hands. The Scottish Queen has more right to talk to her daughter than he has, knowing that anything he would say might only provoke Pansy instead comfort her.
               Before Queen Imogen left, she spoke with him and entreated him to look after her daughter. He never knew the woman well, only hearing testaments about her ruthlessness and cunning. He thought of her as a cold person considering she gave away her only child to his parents, a couple who was just as cold or even more so, frostier than her but, upon seeing her beg to him, made her much more human and erased his misconceptions about her. He knew better than to agree but, as he gazed in her eyes, he saw the desperation, the sorrow, and the understanding she held for her daughter. He found it difficult to refuse and he even promised her that he will ensure her happiness and safety inside the castle, leading him to seek her out after four days of hiding behind the silent corners of her chambers.
               He felt her shift and as he looked down at her, he saw how broken she was. Her bright, Obsidian eyes turned into a puddle of murky mud during a rainy day with dark circles shadowing the underside of her eyes. Her face was pale, gaunt and weary as if haunted and ravaged by war. Tear trails marred her hollow cheeks with a smattering of red and nail marks, obviously from her frequent clawing and scratching away tears. Her rosy lips were cracked, chapped, and horrendously bloody from her constant restraint to sob.
               His apprehension for her flared as she resembled the dead with her stick thin figure and dreary eyes. He couldn’t bear to see and look at her like this. She was barely the shell of the girl he once knew and he knew that he needed to help her regain her will to live before she tipped to the edge.
“It’s a nice day today. I reckon that it’s the perfect day to go out riding.” He said, conversationally, his eyes straying to take in the brilliant early afternoon vista outside her window. A bird soared across the Blue sky and his Grey eyes followed its trail. At the corner of his eye, he saw Pansy staring out, her dark eyes glazing over as if a memory emerged to the surface.
“Let’s go outside, Pans.” He announced, ripping his gaze from the sky to gaze at the girl beside him. She merely stared at him blankly, a small frown playing on her lips.
“I miss riding out with you. Amongst the nobles and soldiers that I joined for a ride, there has been no one that made me enjoy riding the way you do.” Draco confessed, hoping that his words would affect the girl in the slightest. Pansy inclined her head, questioningly and evidently unconvinced.
“It’s the truth. The French nobility is too posh to indulge in a bit of fun and the soldiers are intimidated with me to the point it’s ridiculous. Those who aren’t are too arrogant or odiously witless for my taste. I can suffer arrogance but, I can’t condone stupidity.” He explained, grinning down at her as he saw the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the edges of her lips.
               He took her hands in his own and squeezed them. He felt her tighten her hold of his hand and saw a hint of a spark behind her cloudy eyes.
“Say yes, Pansy. Say yes.” He urged. The girl stared at his face as if searching for an answer to her unspoken question.
“Wh…y? Wh-Why are y-you…do…ing th…is?” She croaked, her voice thick and broken as she voiced out the enquiry that she had been dying to ask since the moment he sat beside her.
“I’ve been unfair to you…and my family has caused you more than enough grief. I want to at least take away the pain that’s residing in you.” He answered, honestly.
               Gazing up at him, she saw the truth in his eyes and heard the sincerity in his voice but, uncertainty remained in her heart. Tearing her hand out of his grasp, she gingerly sat up, Draco assisting her with his palms on her back. She stared at her hands, noticing their rough texture and bitten down nails. They looked hideous, unsanitary, and beyond help.
“Just like you.” A voice inside her head whispered. A fresh wave of tears spilled down her Red-rimmed eyes as she was reminded of her wretched state.
               She burrowed her face in the palm of her hands, ashamed to show her companion how damaged she was. She felt him shift around and she was engulfed in an embrace with his voice lulling her into a state of calmness.
“Forgive me, Pansy. This was my entire fault. I shouldn’t have agreed with my Father’s decision. If I didn’t, we would still be engaged and you wouldn’t be in this state.” He lamented.
               Pulling her face away from her palms, she looked at him as she shook her head in disagreement.
“There’s nothing you could have done.” She said.
“No, I should have done something. I told you that I-” Draco paused when Pansy held up a finger.
“We both know that isn’t the case. Your Father merely agreed to our engagement due to the promise of supply of Scotland’s resources. It was annulled when the King found another, more favourable alliance in the form of the English. Even if we had feelings, we might not get married. All engagements ever do is hold alliances and our engagement is just that, an alliance. There is nothing we can do to make things go the way we wanted them to or how we want things to go.” She rebutted, her voice descending to barely a whisper as her mind flew away and brought her back to the time she was happy within the arms of her Italian Prince.
“You can’t fault yourself for what happened between you and him.” Draco stated as he observed her.
“As you should. We’ve both made mistakes. It would be best if just forget about it.” She announced.
“Can you?” He asked, his elegant brows shooting up his forehead as his eyes stared at her knowingly.
               Draco’s question brought her to a stop. She merely said what she did in order for him to drop the subject but, she never anticipated that he would ask her such an inquiry. It certainly perked up her senses as the words rang deep inside her head and inside her heart. She could easily lie to him but, that would only fall on deaf ears. He knew what she felt. She wouldn’t be in this state if she weren’t.
“I have a proposition for you.” He said after a moment of silence.
               The certain gleam in his eyes tells everything that she needed to know. She knew that indulging him would create more trouble in the future but, she has to admit that she’s more than willing to be involved in something that would take her mind off him.
“Of what sort?” She probed, eyeing him with mild interest.
“Inconvenience.” He replied with deceptive insouciance.
               His answer only solidified the idea latched in her brain. With that knowledge, she could still turn away from the conversation but, if indeed wanted nothing to do with it, she would have said so in the first place. Looking at his expression, she knew he had her caught. He knew her well enough to bait her and as usual, she let him. Being heartbroken doesn’t excuse her for being less receptive than usual.
She should have known from the start that the reason why he approached her was because of his offer. He wouldn’t do something charitable as comfort her when it would gain him nothing. If there is one thing that she learned about Draco, he can be devious with regards to the things he likes. He would not mind resorting to questionable tactics in order to obtain things but, she was hardly someone he likes. Sure, he claimed to have feelings for her but, it might even weight less compared to her feelings for him.
               Setting aside his offer, there are plenty of people who he can get entertainment from. She can’t understand his intentions. Another thing that she observed of him is that he never does anything without a reason. No matter how obscure his reason was, everything he does can be justified. His proposition, however, needed more clarification in order to convince her.
“Why?” She queried, her Obsidian orbs penetrating on his Grey pools.
“I told you, I was unfair.” Draco said, his head tilting to the side.
“Don’t you think that you’re still being unfair to me?”
“At the chance of helping you?” He smirked at her and Pansy controlled herself from slapping the annoying leer off his face.
“In what way will it be helpful to me, Draco? This arrangement will only put me more under fire.” She exclaimed, leaving the comfort of her bed in exchange for standing at the edge of her bed and glared at her blonde companion.
“Embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.” He retorted, pushing off the soft mattress and rounded the bed to stand before her. She glowered at him with fierce disapproval and a hint of hesitation.
“You can’t run away from trouble. As royals, we are forever in its shadow. There’s no path that has no obstacles. If it does exist then, it leads to nowhere. Take a chance, Pansy. Take another chance.” The fair-haired Prince encouraged as he stepped closer to her until they were millimetres apart.
               She stared up at him, her earlier discontentment with him wilting away as her reluctance settled permanently in her belly. His words boomed inside her mind and she listened to it over and over again, absorbing and savouring each syllable as if it was a spell to end her suffering but, she knew otherwise. It was a spell casted to continue her misery.
Draco is being a bad boy. Your father is going to hear about this, young man! Teehee~
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Mousse
P.S. Bold words are by William Shakespeare, my beloved poet. It doesn't belong to me. I can only hope *sighsss
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