Mistrust

As he made his way through the familiar halls of Parkinson's estate, his heart raced with excitement. He could hear the gentle sound of Pansy's breathing coming from her bedroom, the scent of her perfume filling the air. He stopped outside the door, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.

When he finally entered the room, he was greeted by the sight of Pansy lying on the bed, her long, chocolate colour hair spread out around her like a halo. She was wearing only a sheer, pink nightdress that clung to her curves, revealing just enough to set his blood on fire. Draco closed the door behind him, leaning against it as he took in her beauty.

"Pansy," he whispered, walking slowly towards her. He knelt down beside the bed, reaching out to touch her cheek. Her skin was so smooth, so soft. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "So much more beautiful than Astoria could ever hope to be."

Pansy opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. There was understanding in her eyes, and a hint of concern. "Draco," she said softly, "I know that this isn't easy for you. I know that you don't love her the way you love me."

He looked into her eyes, searching for some sign of hope. "I wish I could leave her," he confessed. "I wish I could be with you, free from all of this. But I feel trapped, Pansy. Trapped by our families, by our reputations."

She reached up, tracing her fingers along his jawline. "I know you must stay with her for reputation," she said gently. " I know you can't leave her even if you don't love her. You can't leave her and be with me, where you belong, because then our bouth reputation would bedestroy"

Her words sent a shiver down his spine. It was true, he realized. He didn't love Astoria, and he never had. He had married her only for his reputation, for the sake of appearances. And all the while, he had been carrying on a secret affair with Pansy, the one person who truly understood him, who truly loved him.

He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. Her mouth was warm, inviting. As they kissed, he could feel the tension beginning to ease from his shoulders.

"I know this isn't easy for either of us," he whispered, pulling back to look into her eyes. "But we have to find a way to make it work. For now, at least, we can have these moments together. We can be happy, even if it's just for a little while."

Pansy nodded, her expression solemn. "I'll be here for you, Draco," she said softly. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here."

Their lips met again, this time with more urgency. They were both aware that their time together was limited, that the world outside this room was closing in on them. But for now, in this moment, they were together, and nothing else mattered.

After they had finished, they lay together in the soft, rumpled bed, their breathing slow and steady. Pansy traced her fingers along the stubble on his jaw, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

Draco turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with love and hope. He knew that she was right. They would find a way, somehow. And when they did, they would finally be free to be together, truly and completely, without fear or doubt.

But for now, they had to content themselves with these stolen moments, cherishing the time they had together, no matter how fleeting it might seem. Because in the end, it was the love they shared that mattered most of all.