I'll Make You Mine

15.

Pansy's POV

I️ tried to get through the halls to Hermione without breaking down, but I️ couldn't. The more I️ thought about Draco, the sadder I️ got. He had been so sad at that house for so long, and it was as though he didn't believe he deserved happiness. I️ was scared for him. If he didn't tell Harry, I️ feared that it'd fall apart for them, or something bad would happen to Draco. Or both. I found myself starting to cry, and ducked into an empty classroom. I knew it was an impossible situation for Draco- if he told Harry the truth, that Voldemort lived in his house and would eventually force him to become a Death Eater and that his father beat him, he was scared that he would leave him, end their relationship and Draco would be alone. On the flip side, if he didn't tell him, I knew that Harry would most definitely break up with him, because he would only see half of the truth.

I knew Draco was scared, and sad, but I feared that it would become even worse if he didn't tell Harry at least a portion of the truth and they broke up- at least if he told Harry, he could explain it to him, and I knew Harry would try to do everything in his power to help.  And perhaps he didn't even tell Harry the whole truth. I knew that even a portion of it would be enough. If Harry knew the truth about Draco's beatings, he'd be able to understand why he lied about other things, and Draco feel more comfortable talking about his nightmares, his scars, and his fear of the manor. It would made a difference- I knew it would. With that thought, I stood up, wiped my tears, and went to find Hermione, and in return, Harry.

I found them in the library, hunched over Hogwarts, A History, with Harry muttering something about the Room of Requirement's defenses. I smiled, comforted by that fact that Draco had at least told Harry that Umbridge had the Inquisitorial Squad closing in on them.

I plopped into a chair next to Hermione and she looked up at me, beaming. She leaned over to kiss me quickly and whispered, "Hi babe."

I gave her a tired smile. "Hey. You guys seem busy, I'm sorry to interrupt."

"Oh no, Pansy, it's ok. You're a welcome distraction. Have you seen Draco lately?" Harry asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, he was just at lunch with me. I think he went back to the dorm room. He needed to talk to you. It's serious."

Harry's eyes worried, and he stood. "I'm sorry, Hermione, I've got to talk to him if it's serious. This helped a lot. We'll keep talking about it later."

I raised an eyebrow. "You keeping secrets from me now, Potter?" I didn't really care of course, but Harry's brief look of panic brought a laugh to my lips.

Harry laughed. "Only because you're one of Umbridge's snoops. Even though you don't work for her intentionally, we don't want you knowing anything that might get either of us in trouble or feel as though you need to protect us rather than yourself."

I smiled. "I understand that. Just... be a bit more honest with Draco? He doesn't handle secrets well."

He nodded and swooped down to kiss Hermione's cheek. "Bye Hermione. Have fun you two."

"Oi Potter!" I called after him. "Don't kiss my girlfriend."

He laughed and walked away, leaving me with Hermione. My face fell quickly and I reached out to grab her hand while I sighed.

She squeezed it and whispered, "Are you alright? You seem... bothered. Have you been crying?"

I looked around just to double check that no one was close to us, then pulled her to her feet. "Yeah. It wasn't anything serious that you need to worry about, but... I'd like to talk to you. Can we sit on the floor? I just... I want to be held."

She nodded and smiled softly. Once she sat down she pat her leg, and I laid down slightly so that she could wrap her right arm around me while her left played with my hair. "What is it Pansy? Talk to me."

I was silent for a moment. "Well, nothings really wrong with me, it's just the world around us. Everyone is changing and growing and dealing with their own problems so quickly and I guess I'm just a little scared. I miss the days when our biggest concerns were with eating paste or showing signs of magic. And Draco... he has a lot of things going on in his life, Hermione, that he doesn't like to talk about, and I worry that it's boiling over. And you, Ron and Harry... you're all so worried about the Inquisitorial Squad that I'm scared to even hear about Dumbledore's Army, because what if Umbridge uses veritaserum and I tell her everything and you get caught? That club means so much to Harry and I think it's a good distraction for him from all the bad in his life. I just don't want to ruin it, but I'm scared that I will. It just... I feel like all this stuff we go through is leading up to something very bad for our little group we have, and I feel so powerless to stop it."

Hermione hummed, her fingers cascading through my hair sending shivers down my spine and peace throughout my body. "I think you're right to be worried, and I'm glad you do actually, because it tells me you truly care. But I also think that someday you're going to look back on fifth year, whether Harry and Draco are still together or not or you and I are together or not, and think that these were some of the best of your life, because I know that I will. So worry, of course. Be scared. Be prepared for bad things to come. But don't let that distract you from being happy and having fun and making memories, Pansy. Can you do that for me?"

I smiled and looked up into her warm brown eyes. "Yes, I can. But only if you kiss me and keep playing with my hair."

"Now that, I can do." Her answering laugh was the purest sound I've ever heard, better than a bell or the brook that ran around the perimeter of my families property, light and playful, full of promises and hope. Her answering smile seemed to shine brighter than the sun and it filled me with warmth and hope for the future. Her eyes sparkled in the light of the library, as though the stars she looked at during the night were imprinted in them. Her hair fell in a curtain around her, framing her cheeks and making the blush that seemed to permanently stain them even pinker. When she kissed me, her mouth was soft and warm against mine, and it was gentle and full of love. It sent little thrums of energy throughout my body, filling me with fire. I hummed in content as she pulled away and resumed running her fingers through my hair, and I thought that maybe, with this brilliant Gryffindor next to me, everything would turn out alright.

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An update? For once in my life? I'm so sorry? I've been busy? I'm sorry this is short I just felt bad.

ALSO

I'm working on a new story called kenopsia and I'm fricking stoked and I'm in love with it already. I only have up to chapter 4 written but I LOVE IT.