The silence awoke Pansy. She found it odd to hear such complete and utter silence. Usually she was fine without noise, she actually preferred it. In the dungeons, silence was common. They weren't as chatty as the Hufflepuffs , as loud as the Gryffindors and not quite as witty as the Ravenclaws. They may have an occasional buzz, but other than that they seem to lay low and quiet. But this silence was something different. This silence hung like daggers over her head, ready to drop at any moment. This silence tortured her.
Sitting up, Pansy realized she had fallen asleep on her floor and was now soaked with the remaining warm liquid of fire whiskey. Standing up, Pansy prowled over to her wardrobe grabbing her silk nightwear and quickly throwing them on. The silk made her feel as if she was wearing nothing. Her nightwear was composed from a shade of bronze, lowering to mid-thigh and rising just below her collar bone.
After laying back in bed and trying to fall asleep, she found herself unable. Pansy glanced over towards her roomate to find her not there at all. Pansy shook her head, knowing she was off with her Ravenclaw boyfriend. Pansy did not find herself blaming her roommate, she was actually quite fond of the Ravenclaw boys. Would Pansy ever admittedly say something so stupid out loud? Heavens no! It did not matter if she was quite fond of one of them, herself. She had nothing more than attraction towards him. She knew Draco would never let her live it down, and well Blaise, he couldn't say anything much himself. Blaise finds himself amused with his own Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood. Lucky him, she thought to herself.
Pansy began eyeing her Potions textbook. She knowingly knew that the Potions exam she had coming up was not a friendly one. Sighing, Pansy slid off her bed and grabbed her Potions textbook. She decided studying down in the common room would prove more useful than suffocating in that grim dormitory of hers. As Pansy descended from the steps that led up into the girl's dorms, she saw a familiar figure slouching over the head of the black leather couch. Draco of course, heard the footsteps but refused to turn around in fear of who it might be. His theory was correct, of course. Anyone else, he thought to himself, couldn't it have been anyone else.
Pansy decided to ignore Draco's presence and stalk her way towards the green leather seat, seated by the green lit fire. Pansy could practically feel Draco's eyes burn through her skin. She smirked in satisfaction, knowing she had caught Draco's attention, but refusing to return it, riled her up. Pansy hid her smirk in her book and turned the page innocently.
"For fucks sake, Pansy," Draco groaned snatching the book out of her hands.
She slowly looked up at him, "Yes?"
"You're just not going to say anything? You are just going to act like I am not here?"
She narrowed her brows, "You were here?" She loved teasing him, having the upper hand. Draco saw right through her attempts and quickly took charge.
Draco took his hand, wrapping it around her throat. He pushed Pansy's leg open with his knee and positioned himself between. This left Pansy completely pinned on the couch, vulnerable.
"This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you, Parkinson. Who are you to just discard me, act like I don't exist. Like I am nothing."
Pansy scoffed and stared deep into his cold icy eyes, "Quite hypocritical of you, Draco."
Draco stitched his eyes together in confusion, "What nonsense are you blabbering about?"
"Those things you said last night, did you mean them?"
"Mean exactly what, Pansy. A lot was said."
"That I am nothing to you. That our friendship is nothing," Her voice grew lower but was shaky," That... That I am nothing to you."
Draco stared into her earthy eyes with a speck of amber drowning in her sea of green. He stood long and hard. Pansy couldn't be quite sure whether he had heard her correctly.
"Well, are you going to tell me o-"
"Of course I meant it, Pansy! I meant every fucking word I said," He interrupted, "I do not say things I do not mean."
Tears were forming at the rim of Pansy eyes. She scoffed and quickly batted her eyelashes leaving the tears disappearing from her eyes and now falling down her face. Pansy quickly looked down, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Draco scoffed and removed his hand from her neck and stood up.
"I can't believe you," He began, "Crying. It's embarrassing, Pansy, really."
"I'm..I'm sorry."
"No," He shouted profusely, "You do not get to be sorry!" He spun around violently, meeting eye contact with her. "Not after I stayed up all night, thinking about last night."
Pansy lowered her brows in confusion, "I don't understand."
He laughed harshly, "Of course you fucking don't, so fucking oblivious," he mumbled under his breath.
He began again, "Last night, Pansy. What happened between me and you."
She raised her eyebrows and spoke softly, "You mean to tell me you... you regret it."
He stared at her dumb founded, "No I," he shook his head and mumbled something couldn't quite understand, "Yes Pansy, I regret it."
Her eyes widened and those damn traitor tears began to form again. She quickly blinked commanding them to go away. Not now, she would not cry in front of Draco, yet again. She wanted to scream, cry, hit him. She wanted to tell him she hated him, she never wanted to see his bloody face again. She wanted to indefinitely make his face bloody. But she wouldn't, she would keep her emotions hidden, masked. She told herself to save it for the bottle of whiskey and soft pillow waiting for her, just upstairs. She simply blinked, stared at him for what seemed like a century, him the same.
"I agree," she spoke softly. She slowly moved towards her book, picked it up and simply made her way back upstairs.
Closing her door behind her, Pansy let out a breath she did not know she had been holding, and it felt relieving.
Both that night, drank down their grief like it was the finest red wine. Griefing in the loss of a friendship. In the loss of a bond shared between the two. Draco lost the only one who ever understood him, and Pansy. Well, she lost the only one who didn't underestimate her. She lost the only one who did not overlook her, someone who gave her the attention she had been longing. After a while, you never can tell the difference between pleasure and pain.
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And that concludes Chapter Four!!
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