Slytherines Whore

Ch. 1

Draco Malfoy was the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world, and yet he was not Minister of Magic, he gave that job to none other than Ronald Weasley. Draco was arranged to marry into the Parkinson's family, meaning Pansy. He far from loved her, but it was for more power and wealth beyond his wildest dreams. After Draco's father died, he went through a series of changes in his 7th year to Hogwarts. Times were easier then. Now he was grown controlling a whole empire to himself. He lived like a king, and even had an heir, though he didn't love his son, Ezra, he looked too much like Pansy, who he'd come to despise.

When he arranged for Weasley to be Minister of Magic, everyone was shocked. They had been school rivals in school, but now all seemed to be behind them. Weasley greeted Malfoy like he was an old friend. Ron worked along side his lovely wife, Hermione; he now had the money to get her everything in the world. Soon after they married, they moved into a large manor, the Weasley manor. Their wedding was beautiful, Harry, of course was the best man, and Ginny, Harry's wife, was the maid of honor. Everything went smoothly, everyone from the ministry showed up. Even a lovely Tonks and her loving husband Lupin arrived. Dumbledore wed them, and Hermione's parents came. To everyone surprise the Malfoys showed up. Sitting in the back, Draco never left his eyes to wander the crowd; no they were focused on one particular person.

The Weasley manor was beautiful; one would get lost if it weren't for the help to guide you around. When everything was all set up to go, they decided to have a large party. Throwing balls, and parties, and inviting everyone, even the Malfoys, was a grand way to show you were rich, and in love. They were going to throw a large ball, to celebrate their newfound wealth.

"Oh look love, its another invitation for another ball!" Exclaimed Pansy. "At the...Weasley manor..."Her voice dropped. "Honestly, why did you make him Minister of Magic?"

"I have my reasons, a ball did you say...At the Weasley manor?" He drawled coolly,

"Yes...but I doubt we'll be going. He's nothing better than a mudblood lover. After all. He did marry a "pure" mudblood.... The filth." She sneered.

"Pansy"

"Yes?" She stated innocently

"Shut up!" She stated firmly

"Oh what's wrong now?"

"You!" He shouted angrily

"Oh don't you love me anymore." She simpered sarcastically.

"Baby, I love syphilis more than YOU!" And with that he got up with such forced his chair flew back several feet. He began to walk away only to stop abruptly and without turning around he stated:

"Were going!" He said dangerously.

Pansy was left sniffling, he arms wrapped tightly around her chest. She needed a toy right about now...