A brunette was walking on the hall. She looked around, as if she was looking for something... or someone...
Crabbe and Goyle were following her all day, since they did not know where their little bossy leader was, they just followed the Slytherin Queen.
Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin Queen, suddenly felt loneliness in her heart. She did not know why... She felt hopeless...
She patted her chest, her eyes widened. She tried to breathe heavily. What's wrong with her?
It was like a contact to someone's feelings...
And she understood. She asked Crabbe and Goyle to leave her alone, and then she walked alone in the hallway until she reached a room.
When she reached the knob, a sob was heard. She patted her chest once more, because the pain suddenly came back to her.
She opened the door to find a blonde was kneeling on the floor, accompanied by the Mourning Myrtle.
"Ssh...don't cry..." Mourning Myrtle said to the boy.
Pansy came in. Myrtle noticed her. Pansy gave her a sharp look, and then Myrtle flew away.
Draco Malfoy was busy crying that he did not notice that someone was standing behind his back, looking at him with disgust.
"Draco..." Said Pansy, kneeling beside him.
Malfoy looked up, finding Pansy in front of him, wiping his tears.
"Pansy... I can't do it... I can't... it won't do it... it won't do..." Malfoy muttered, barely breathing.
Pansy pulled Malfoy closer to her. She put her arms around Malfoy, placed Malfoy's head on her chest. She patted Malfoy's back softly. Her face was showing no emotions at all, but inside, Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin Queen, was crying for her King.
"Ssh... I understand... I do..." Pansy said, stroking Malfoy's soft golden hair.
They spent whole day standing in that position. When they tried to understand each other.
There was no need more words than that between them. Cause when the love had reached the point, there would no need words for it.