Dumbledore's funeral was attended by most who had stayed back, and a lot of key figures in the wizarding world. Since Snape and Draco had fled the castle, Slughorn was left to look after the Slytherins. Harry had expected none to attend, and when he saw five figures coming out of the entrance to the Dungeons, the anger inside him exploded.
"What is she doing here?" an angered Harry spat.
"Who?" whispered Hermione, turning around in her seat. Walking towards the vacant seats at the back was Pansy Parkinson, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, and her friends Theodore and Blaise behind. "Oh, I expect she just wanted to pay her respects."
"Respects? Her boyfriend is responsible for Dumbledore's death!" shouted Harry, jumping up from his seat and striding over to her.
"What are you doing here?" he spat. Pansy looked at the floor; she was wearing a black jacket and black knee length skirt, with a large black hat, and in truth Harry had to admit she looked very pretty. She was clutching a small black bag with all her might, her tiny hands pressed around it. At Harry's aggressiveness, Crabbe and Goyle cracked their fists behind her.
"We just wanted to say goodbye," she said weakly.
"What, like your boyfriend did?"
"Please, I -"
"No! You listen to me. If it wasn't for your stupid, idiot of a boyfriend, none of us would be here today."
"I thought Snape -"
"Yes, but it was Malfoy who let them all in."
A solitary tear ran down Pansy's cheek and fell to the ground, a lot of the guests had turned around at this point and Ron and Hermione joined Harry by his side.
"Come on, Harry," whispered Hermione, grabbing his arm. Roughly, Harry pulled out of her grasp and pushed Pansy backwards; she was caught by Goyle and Crabbe raised his arm in a threatening manner, but Pansy pushed it down after gaining her balance.
"Don't see why you're protecting her," spat Harry. "You didn't seem to give much thought when Malfoy was beating seven shades of shit out of her."
Pansy looked down at the ground, and it took a few seconds before she managed to speak. "I'm sorry, it was a mistake we came -" she turned on her heels and made her way through Crabbe and Goyle before stopping to hear Harry speak.
"I hate you," he said in a low, cold voice.
Pansy slowly turned around, blinking her eyes so her tears wouldn't fall.
"I hate everything about you. I hate that you love me, I hate that I love you. And I hate that he loved you. I hate everything we ever did together. I hate the way you make me feel. I HATE YOU," yelled Harry, Pansy flinched and did nothing but turn around again and walk off back to the castle, but Harry was too quick for her and snatched her bag, spilling the contents onto the floor in front of her. Kneeling down to pick them up, Pansy started putting everything back in her bag. Harry bent down and grabbed a small picture. It was him and Pansy at Christmas time in Hogsmeade, throwing snowballs at eachother and giggling.
"Please may I -" she whispered and Harry handed it to her, suddenly regretting what he'd said. Without one last glance, Pansy and her friends walked away, the next morning, they'd gone. Slughorn passed a letter to Harry, saying it'd been left in the girls dormitory.
'You wanted me gone, I went. Pansy.' was all it said, and Harry knew in an instance, that she'd always loved him, not Malfoy, and that she would have done anything for him. Ripping the note in two, he backed against the wall and slid down it, tears streaming down his cheeks.