Eternally Yours

A/N: Well here it is. The prologue for my very first fan fic. I would love to get your feedback on it. Compliments and criticism are welcome. If you have any suggestions on something I need to change let me know!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter world except for my personal manipulation of its characters. *grins mischievously*

Prologue

It was after midnight when the bare stone wall in the cellar of the school swung open to allow the disillusioned figure to emerge. It was time for all good little witches and wizards to be in bed, but that didn't matter to the young female who was currently sneaking out of her dormitory. She turned down the hallway leading to the potions dungeon, gripping the book she had stolen from the Restricted section of the library tighter. It hadn't been all that difficult to forge a permission slip from Professor Slughorn allowing her access to area she needed. She sneered as she remembered how easy it was to distract the pompous oaf so she could swipe some of his monogrammed stationary off of his desk.

'Easy as stealing stupidity from Crabbe or Goyle' she thought to herself and then snorted loudly in amusement. She paused mid-stride with her hand over her mouth afraid that she had alerted someone to her presence. After waiting about 20 seconds and deciding they weren't going to send the hounds after her, she continued on to her destination. Despite the cleverly performed disillusionment charm she had placed on herself prior to leaving the common room, the loud tromping of her flat feet would alert anyone who was listening.

Even in the dark hallway she could tell she was almost to the Potions classroom by the musty damp smell in the air. She was about 20 feet from the room when the Bloody Baron came through the door heading straight at her. She squeaked lightly in surprise and immediately flattened herself against the wall. He stopped moving and looked around for the source of the squeak. "Who's there?" he called out to the seemingly empty hall. The girl didn't even breathe for fear that he would hear her. Damn creepy ass spook. Get a move on already! He was still floating there and she was beginning to turn blue. All of a sudden a crash sounded down the hall followed by a high pitched giggle and the Bloody Baron took off in that direction. Thank the stars for Peeves!...Hmm Well there's a thought I wouldn't normally have.

She locked the door upon entering the room and lit a few candles before removing herself and the book from the charm revealing the not entirely pleasant visage of Pansy Parkinson. She walked over to her desk, laid the book down and opened it to the desired potion. She glanced at the two cauldrons on the table and sniffed her pug nose at the one on her left. Damn Millicent Bulstrode. That's where my Drakey sits! Well at least it used to be before Draco started acting so differently towards her.

It was their seventh and final year at Hogwarts and they had been a couple from their very first year. She knew that many of the students there believed that it was because their parents had planned an arranged marriage for them, but that was utter nonsense. Draco and I are just meant to be, or else we will be soon, she thought dreamily. Normally Pansy would not stoop to a potion to keep her man around, but with Draco's recent change in behavior causing her to fear losing him for good she had to resort to desperate measures. Ever since that old bastard Dumbledore had finally been disposed of at the end of last term, Draco had begun withdrawing from everyone including her. Apparently he was still sulking after the Dark Lord loss confidence in him and gave the mission of killing the old man to Professor Snape. Granted Draco had confided in her that he didn't want to kill Dumbledore, but she had just chalked that up to nerves! It was a great honor to be chosen for such an important task by the Master. Snape that snarky little shit was only supposed to watch Draco and make sure he completed the mission, but instead he had told the Master that Draco didn't have the stomach for it and looked like he was backing out. Lies! They had to be lies. Drakey wouldn't have backed down from something so important. Snape just wanted to take credit for the murder so he could shove his bird beak of a nose even further up the Dark Lord's ass.

Just thinking about the situation got Pansy's blood boiling again. Afterwards Draco had to endure a few rounds of the Cruciatus curse administered by his own father for being a disappointment to him and the Master. Lucius threatened to disown Draco, but his mother Narcissa stepped in and pleaded with him to give his son another chance to prove himself. His father had finally relented and then performed a few Crucio's on his wife in exchange for not kicking Draco out in the street. Even now Draco's involvement, (or lack of), in Dumbledore's defeat was not known except to a few of the Death Eaters in the inner most circle. Her Drakey had confided in her about it before he had become so distant with her.

At first she thought he was just being moody so she chose to ignore the difference in his demeanor. When she went into his room for their nightly smut sessions, he didn't seem to be that excited and acted as though he were more interested in just getting it over with instead. Again she tried to just pass it off as sulking or moodiness, but then their rendevous' started happening less and less. That went on for about two weeks and then when they would attempt to have sex she couldn't get him hard. It was like she didn't turn him on anymore and that didn't make any sense to her. Hell, she used to be able to just walk into the room and his wand was instantly at the ready, so to speak... Pansy sniffed and her beady little eyes filled with tears as she remembered the last time she had offered herself to him.

~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~

One Week Earlier

She sauntered into Draco's room to find him laying on his bed reading a book barefoot with his white button down shirt open halfway, revealing his chiseled chest. 'Don't drool Pansy!' she thought to herself. He didn't even notice she had entered the room until she attempted to seductively crawl across his bed to him, failing miserably in the process. He looked up then and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Not now Parkinson, I'm busy." He then turned his attention back to the book in his hands.

"But Drakey, we haven't made love in a week! Come on Baby, I'm all hot and wet for you." She tried to emphasize this to him by sliding her hand between her legs, but he just looked at her in irritation and disgust.

"Bloody hell Pansy! Is this all you ever think about? I have more interesting things to be doing then plowing you every fucking night. Now will you get the hell out of my room and leave me alone. If you want to get laid so bad, go find Goyle and give him a piece. Merlin knows he's been relying on his hand so much here lately he's probably going to go blind in a week!"

"Ew!!! I don't want that ogre shoving his prick in me! You know that I only want you Drake." She fluttered her eyelashes at him hoping to win him over.

"Well I don't want you! Why can you not get that through your head? I'm not interested anymore Pansy. You are just going to have to go find your 'kicks' or in your case 'pricks' somewhere else. Now get the fuck out of my room!"

Her lip started quivering before she could leave the room and by the time she was gone tears were pouring down her face. She swore right then and there she would find a way to get her Drakey-Poo back no matter what......

~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~

Pansy realized she was crying and grabbed a tissue from her robe to wipe away the tears. Ever since then he had become very anti-social with all of the Slytherins. He stayed up in his dormitory when classes weren't in session and he didn't sit in his usual place at the dining table. He now sat at the very end of the table usually with a book in his hand as he ate. She spent most of her meal time now shooting glances down the table at him hoping to catch his eye, but he either didn't notice or was choosing to ignore her. It was during one of her longer gazes that she noticed something very disturbing. Draco wasn't reading his book, but was instead casting his own glances at the Gryffindor table and if she wasn't mistaken it seemed he was staring at the Granger girl. Pansy had mentally shaken herself thinking, That's ridiculous. Draco would never look at her and even if he was I will be DAMNED if I will lose him to a fucking mudblood! No no no. Just calm down Pansy. Draco despises Granger and her two shadows. I have to be overreacting. He is probably just plotting her death right now that's all. HAH! That must be it! Oooohhh I hope I am there when he carries it out. With a much lighter heart (if she even has one) she returned to her meal.

She looked three desks down to where Draco was now sitting in Potions. He had switched places with the pig Millicent and was now partnered up with Goyle. Pansy straightened her spine in an effort to not cry again and walked to the ingredients cupboard with her book in her hand. Hmmm, let's see. What ingredients do I need for this? She perused the list of items for the ancient love potion she was going to make for him.

3 Drops of Rose Oil

6 Damiana Leaves

1 Ashwinder Egg (Frozen)

4 Dozen Pixie Wings

1 Vial of Dragon's Blood

2 Runespoor Eyes

2 Lacewings (Dried)

3 Drops of Lavender Oil

1 Adam and Eve Root

1 Vial of Balm of Gilead

Pansy went about gathering her ingredients and levitated them all back to the table. She began humming a song played by the Weird Sisters while she cut, mashed, measured and stirred all of her ingredients. It was almost time for everyone to get up for class when it came time for her to add her last ingredient to the potion. She was going to have to find a way to slip this into his drink at breakfast and make sure that the first person he saw after he swallowed it was her. Pansy could hardly contain her excitement. Draco Malfoy you are mine. Pansy smiled to herself as she dropped the last ingredient into the cauldron and whispered the one word incantation.

"Aionios"