The Green Games (Dramione)

Day 7

Pansy found Pike lying in almost the same location that Draco had left him in early in the morning. Even though Lavender's body had been picked up sometime through the night, the aroma of the rotting corpse as the air warmed up still chocked around his senses like a noose. His arms, both dislocated, hung uselessly at his sides, and his leg had stopped bleeding, but every time he bent, excruciating pain jolted up his brain, leaving him staring at the sky with venomous thoughts about his blond competitor.

"Pike."

He lifted his head off the grass in the clearing, seeing a pair of feet walk around in front of him. Even without seeing the person, the voice was unmistakable.

"Pansy." He wheezed, "What are you-,"

Pansy was hardly listening, as she examined the clearing away from him. She had zoomed in on the growing pile of blood and her book kicked one of Lavender's fingers away from the dirt, although Pike doubted she knew the owner of it. She turned to him, a quite smile.

"At least you killed another." She said, and Pike realized in that moment she had no idea that it hadn't been him. It didn't seem as though she was baiting him to catch him in a lie either, so he gave a broken-toothed smile.

"I made Lavender Brown scream for every moment of torture before she bled dry." Pike said, his lips twisting upward.

"Brown." Pansy huffed, "Surprised she lasted a week. Had to have been her money that helped. She was always so pretentious in school; the world is better without her." Pansy said approvingly.

Pike swallowed, his face dropping. "I did good, then?" He asked. Pansy nodded.

"Yes, Pike, you've done very well. And for that reason, I'm going to help you." She said, waving to his body, and then came and leaned down. Pike felt a shiver of excitement as she came closer, preening with delight that she'd complimented him.

"Arms dislocated. Knife to the knee." Pike said, gritting his teeth as she got behind him and forced him into a sitting position. Her small fingers ran over his skin, feeling every joint that lay beneath, and without warning, snapped an arm back into place. He yowled in surprise and pain, feeling needles speed back into his arm. Mid cry, she had already done the other. The pain ebbed away as relief spread through his body; had he not been found, Pike Webber would have been good as dead. He rolled his shoulders as Pansy poked the sensitive skin around his kneecap.

"Who did this?" She asked.

"You're idioic lover boy." Pike snarled, and Pansy starlted a little, looking shocked.

"Draco?" She recoiled back, "No, but...he's...we're like him. One of us." She stumbled, and Pike gave a humorless laugh.

"I'd say that ship has sailed. He's as useless as a Hufflepuff, Pansy."

Pansy shook her head vigorously, as Pike continued, "If you were smart, you'd realize he'd be an ill-fitted husband, no matter his money. Disgrace the name of a good Slyherin."

A sharp slap echoed through the clearing and Pike's cheek stung. It was his turn to seemed shocked, and he saw Pansy clenching her fingers, eyes sparking with tears that she seemed to be holding back.

"Draco's confused, Pike." She insisted firmly, "He doesn't do anything without reason. He's smart, crafty." She said in a hard tone.

"Oh, so you think I did something to provoke him?" Pike spat in her direction, "Unbelievable. He fucking put a knife through my knee!"

"But he didn't kill you." Pansy whispered, "He probably had every chance and he could have."

"Oh, I would have liked to see him try." Pike roared, "I would have sliced him apart like I did to the Brown bitch."