I don't own Harry Potter. Written for both the OTP Boot Camp Challenge and the Word Count Drabble Challenge. My word prompt was acrid and my word count had to be 92, which according to FF, I have. It was actually pretty hard to do, but, and I don't mean to sound conceited, I think I've done a pretty good job of it. Even though I now think this AN is longer than the actual story.
This story will be basically a series of fifty one-shot's about Neville and Pansy, but they won't all take place in the same universe. Some might, some will not.
I defiantly have a longer AN than a story.
Acrid tears fell down Pansy's face as she stared dead ahead, into the night. That pitch-black night. She heard Draco behind her, cleaning her room. Their room. Her and Neville's.
The pain was not like a knife in her heart, as people said it would feel like. It was more like the Cruciatus aimed right at it, hitting her so many times that she felt numb. It didn't hurt anymore. That was because she couldn't feel anything anymore. Neville was what made her feel. Now he was gone.
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