Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters pertaining to it. It all belongs to JKRowling.
Author's Note: I apologize if the tense if off. The story works like that and if I fudged it somewhere, I apologize.
Pansy Parkinson needed to love Draco Malfoy. If she threw herself into loving him, she could forget how dismal and smothering their situation was.
So seven years later, when he tells her it's off she doesn't say anything. Just kisses him on the cheek and leaves. After that, she finds a nice quiet corner for herself and lets out a sigh. And then she laughs.
It's a disbelieving, slightly hysterical laugh that soon turns into bizarre shrieks of glee. She loses her breath and just sits, shivering, for awhile.
She decides that she is going to do all the things she never though she would; go to the Wizarding University in Paris, travel Europe, hell! maybe she'll even fall in love.
Wouldn't that be such a Gryffindor thing to do?
Pansy determines it's a brilliant plan and decides to learn French so she can sweep some unsuspecting man off of his feet. She would smother him with affection rather than lies. Pansy feels peculiar and pleased- she can't remember the last time she looked forward to the future.
(When she finally meets an eleven-year-old Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, she is overcome with relief at seeing him smile. Her cigarette drops to the ground and she hugs him. She suppresses tears when he hugs her back.)