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disclaimer: It's not kidnap if they come willingly!]Author's Note
: This story just sort of snuck up on me a while ago. Pansy Parkinson is one of my new obsessions in the HP realm.Care
By Adele Elisabeth
He promised to take care of her. (Pansy/Draco, character death)
When Pansy was sixteen, she fancied herself in love with Draco Malfoy. He was handsome and kind to her and he promised her I will take care of you and she believed him.
When Pansy was seventeen, she trusted him and followed him into the heart of those her father called enemy and wore robes that would show off her bare arms. She trusted him because he would take care of her.
When Pansy was eighteen, she killed a man. He was just another man, just another man in a mask, no, not even a man, he was just another Death Eater and he had to die. And Draco held her when she screamed, and he held her when she sat in silent shock because she had killed her father and he was taking care of her.
When Pansy was nineteen, she became Pansy Malfoy, in a pathetically small ceremony attended by Order members who never really liked her anyway. They didn't trust her and she knew they thought such hateful things but that was all right because Draco would take care of her.
When Pansy was twenty, she became a widow, and all she had left was a broken promise because he was gone and he was gone and now she was alone because she trusted him to take care of her.
When Pansy was twenty-one, she became a statistic, while the war went on, forgetting her name.
And Draco couldn't take care of her anymore.