bury a friend • drarry

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Chapter Six:

Pansy stared down at Harry in awe. Or rather, Harry's dead body. For a few moments she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Malfoy had told her just a few moments before. He'd explained every detail, but someone Pansy still believed that it was all some strange prank. Somehow she'd thought it could be Malfoy was going crazy. But seeing Harry's body in front of her told Pansy that it was definitely not the case.

She leaned down to examine the corpse, touching Harry's hand for a few moments before reaching up beneath his neck to check his pulse. She didn't want to believe that Harry was dead. But when she found that there was no pulse thumping beneath her fingers and Harry was cold as ice there was nothing else she could believe, apart from the truth. Pansy turned around to face Malfoy.

"He really is dead." Pansy observed, looking down at Harry. She stood up off the ground, wiping the dirt from her knees. Malfoy nodded, he still couldn't believe that Pansy, of all people, was the one person who was still there for him through all of this. But then again, Malfoy supposed that it must be because she still fancied him.

Malfoy wished Harry would just get up and start walking around already. But there was no bringing him back. "He is." Malfoy replied, tears pricking his eyes at the sight of Harry.

Pansy rubbed circles on his back. "There was nothing you could have done." She tried to reason with him. She didn't care if it wasn't the truth, she just wanted Malfoy to stop crying. Pansy pulled him into a tight hug, allowing Malfoy to cry on her shoulder. Pansy didn't understand, in the slightest what he was going through. Pansy didn't know what storm was wrecking it's way through Malfoy's mind. She wasn't familiar with the feeling of unredeemable guilt that Draco had to face. The worst part was that she still thought she could fix him. Pansy thought that she could make him get over Harry. She still believed that if she just tried hard enough, she could make Malfoy fall in love with her.

Malfoy let Pansy wrap her arms around his body, trembling sobs wrecked through him as he stared down at Harry. His chest heaved as he let oit another loud cry. "Harry m-meant the world to me." Malfoy hiccupped as he tried to talk through his tears.

Pansy nodded and rubbed his back. "I know he did." She replied gently.

"Then why did he have to leave me?" Malfoy tried to wipe away the waterfall of tears streaming down his cheeks, but each time he did more tears just appeared in their place.

Pansy was unsure of what to say. She racked her mind, trying to think of what people would normally say in these sorts of situations. "He's in a better place now." She tried telling him.

Malfoy pushed away from her, the last of the tears dripping down off his cheeks. "Sorry." He muttered just beneath his breath.

Pansy looked at him with worry. "You have nothing to he sorry for. This is the Dark Lord's fault." She gestured to Harry.

"I meant about your shirt." Malfoy laughed softly at the lack of communication.

"Oh." Pansy laughed a bit too.

"Thank you for coming to Harry's funeral, though." Malfoy looked back down at the corpse. "I'm sure he would have appreciated there being someone here other than me."

Pansy could see the cracks in his mind slowly widening. She could see that the sight of Malfoy's dead lover caused him such distress that he almost blocked the emotions out completely at times. Just for a brief moment she saw through everything. She saw that there were monsters in his mind and they needed to be destroyed. The worst part was that she couldn't help him through this. The worst part was that his wounds ran so much deeper than anyone had realized.