Drarry One-Shots

The Stupidest Thing You've Done

Summary: "She could only watch as the floor opened beneath Draco's feet and he almost fell into the gaping hole of despair."

Or, the one where Pansy is there for her best friend when everything seems lost and, after the Battle of Hogwarts ends, Draco stops pretending and hiding his feelings.

(based on a post by @/slytherins-are-cunning on Tumblr)

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Draco Malfoy prided himself with being cold and unreachable. He prided himself with being closed off and not letting anyone know who he truly was or what he truly felt. He liked to keep his emotions hidden away and hated the feeling of vulnerability that came with showing anything he kept inside.

Pansy, however, prided herself with seeing past Draco's façade and with knowing him better than anyone else ever could.

They had been friends since they were little. So little that she couldn't even remember when they had met or a time before him, she just remembered having him in her life. There was no one else she was this close to and she knew that there was no one else that knew Draco as well as she did. She could see past the cold exterior, the poker face and the unfeeling attitude he tried so hard to show everyone.

It was only logical that she had seen through the whole 'Potter thing', as she had come to call it. She could see through the annoyance, through the insults and the so-called hate. Draco talked more about Harry Potter than about anything else. He complained about him, insulted him and whined about whatever stupid thing Potter had done that day every time he got the chance to do so. Potter got under Draco's skin in a way that no one else had ever been able to do.

But it was more than that.

Pansy saw the glances Draco kept throwing Potter's way whenever no one was looking, whenever there was no danger of being discovered. Draco was careful about it, always being subtle and sneaky. But Pansy was used to Draco's nature, to his way of acting and, after all the years, she could now see past it. She knew that what he felt for Harry Potter wasn't hate.

Draco had come to her at the end of fifth year, after his father had been sent to Azkaban and Draco had gotten the feeling that his life was going to take a turn. He had told her everything about how he had fallen for Harry Potter of all people. He had told her he hated those feelings more and more every day. He had told her that he hated Harry for being the way he was and making it inevitable for Draco to fall for him.

He told her that secret that he had kept to himself for so long and she had let him talk, open up and let it all out. The frustration and the fear of both the world they lived in and of getting a broken heart.

She was the only one who had ever heard him call Potter 'Harry'. The only one he had ever trusted enough to confide in.

And now, two years later, she was the one looking at him as silent tears started appearing in his eyes at the Dark Lord's words.

Harry Potter was dead, was what had been said.

And there was nothing Pansy could do but watch as her best friend, her ever strong and composed best friend, almost break down in front of light and dark side alike because the boy he had loved for so long, the boy who would never know Draco had loved him for so long, was dead. She could only watch as the floor opened beneath Draco's feet and he almost fell into the gaping hole of despair.

She reached out a hand to grab Draco's, trying to ground him enough not to let him fall completely and get lost in the sadness that was gripping at him and pulling him under.