Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I just do sick things to the characters.
Warmth
Emerald Riddle
1/07
A Prequel To Sleeping Beauty
"When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. "
-J. K. Rowling
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Warmth.
The room was warm all around them, which was surprising really, because they happened to live in a dungeon of sorts. Hermione didn't mind. She made up for it in decoration. Pansy pretended to beam when she saw all the Gryffindor red and gold. It wasn't horrible really; just a reminder of how different they really were.
No, the colors helped the warmth really. They helped it soaked right in.
Pansy blamed herself for all of this. She was the reason they were in hiding. She was the one who blew her cover as a spy for the order… It was all the save Hermione that night, who was already thoroughly tortured and whom Draco Malfoy himself was ordered to kill.
Pansy had saved her then, and blew everything because of it. Her post as a spy, her pretend engagement to Draco, everything. Draco, he knew now. He would want revenge for being spurned and betrayed, she was sure. It made her nervous whenever Hermione left alone.
He could be out there; waiting.
Pansy knew he was planning something, she just wish she knew what.
When Hermione came in holding a styrofoam cup filled with coffee, Pansy didn't look at it twice.
When she was laying dead on the floor, a few hours later, she wished she had.
Pansy picked up the cup and studied it, her heart beating erratically. On the bottom was a message:
Love,
Draco
Pansy ran to the bathroom and threw up her lunch.
It was ironic how she managed to save Hermione from him once, only to have him kill her later anyway because of it.
Pansy settled Hermione on her bed and lightly kissed her on the lips.
Later she wasn't sure if it was the remains of poison on her lover's lips, or because of her own uncontrolled grief, but she knew she was slowly going mad.
Hermione was so cold now, when she once was everything warm. Pansy wondered if lighting her body on fire would make her warm enough, however she settled on keeping the Gryffindorish décor instead. It was the same on the eyes as one being burned alive (or dead, or asleep, she reminded herself), anyway.
Pansy smiled at Hermione's glassy eyes. They were still together. Nothing would take Hermione from her. All of them would see that one day. They were in love. Forever.
That night Pansy lay curled up against Hermione's stiff body, still smiling.
Warmth.
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A/N: You wanted a prequel, and for once I gave you one. (Yes, I was bribed . In a way. -twitch-) Please tell me what you think.