Title: The tears she swore she'd never cry.
Characters: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. (They're not married.)
Pairing: Draco/Pansy
Rating: G
Word count: 332
Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter are copyright to JK Rowling. I do not claim any of said characters, just some of the ideas used to create the piece.
Notes: I realize that they would know who she was, but the way I was writing this I thought it sounded better. Also the red dress was the one she wore when she last saw him.

There was a note sent for everyday he had been gone, addressed to him, and everyday the owl would return with the letter and leave it in a stack on her desk, but no matter how many times the owl returned the letters, she wrote another, each one read the same thing, "I await the day that I see you again. I love you," and she made sure she added the date at the top each time. Just in case he ever came back, he would see she had never given up, not even for a day.

She wrote a letter to him everyday until she passed away, he disappeared when she was 20 years old and she died at age 70, which was 50 years of her life she spent writing. That was 18,250 letters without counting the days for leap years. All were written with the same elegant script, sealed with the same crimson lipstick, and each piece of parchment had random smear marks from the ink spread from the tears that had fallen. The tears she swore she'd never cry.

Nobody knows why she spent her life writing letters when everyone knew an owl could find anyone and give them to the recipient. Nobody dared to ask either, knowing they'd never get an answer since the only one she'd ever open up to, was the one that left her behind. Nobody knew the side of her she had shown him because he was the only one she could ever trust. Nobody would know anything, because in the end she had spent her life writing the letters to no one, wasting away any chance of making a name for herself.

Who was that girl, anyways? The one in the red dress she wore every time she wrote a letter with the crimson lipstick, elegant script, tear stained cheeks, and no future. If only they'd open a letter she wrote, they'd know her name because she always signed it the same.

Forever yours,
Pansy Parkinson