Re: Ron | Draco
Hooooo boy. This is above my fucking pay grade.
Okay, so here's some Pansy 101. When I say she's a pureblood princess this isn't some muggle thing like those super sweet sixteen parties. I mean Pansy always was and always will be treated like a literal princess in our circles. She's proud of her heritage, and her family. Anyone or anything that threatens her way of life will be mercilessly destroyed. I mean this in the best possible way. She can be your staunchest ally, or your worst fucking nightmare. For Pansy, things have always been simple. Purebloods are inherently better than everyone else, and anyone who doesn't agree is therefore lesser.
I'm not saying I agree, at least not anymore, but I sure as Hell used to. It's something she's been told every day for her entire life.
As for the Death Eater thing, well, she doesn't really know what we did. She has an idea,sure, but she wasn't part of any of it. Everyone who knows her made damn sure she had nothing to do with it. Because Pansy has always been better than us, and we have been protecting her from the bad shit for as long as we've known her. Her father adored her, and maybe he did join up to protect her in some ways. My father adored her too. Everyone adored her. That's just Pansy. So even though she knows bad shit happened, it's all this abstract idea. What she knows, what she viscerally knows and experienced, is that he Father would have done anything for her. Anything. Is it so hard to go from that too thinking all Death Eaters were like that?
All this new muggle stuff, these new ideas, this new way of life, it's not Pansy's way of life. It never will be. All those Dark Artifacts aren't ancient evils to her, they're the things handed down by her mother's mother's mother. You never lived in a manor house, so you wouldn't understand. Pansy and I were only children living in homes with a hundred rooms. My house was more like a fucking museum than a home. I never touched anything dangerous because I wasn't allowed to touch anything that wasn't in my room or my designated areas. There were certian places you just didn't go. There was whole wing of my childhood house that I never even saw until I came of age. So for her these dangerous things aren't lying around for the kids to get into. They're locked away in rooms that the House Elves make damn sure the kids don't even know about. See the difference?
Anyway, you two are going to have to talk. Not when you're angry, but when you're both rational. And BOTH of you are going to have to realize you're from completely, totally different worlds and come to a compromise that doesn't make either one of you miserable. Or you're going to have the worst life ever.
Oh, and good fucking luck. You're going to need it.