Disclaimer: Harry Potter = JKR = not mine.

A/N: I go in and out of phases. I was in a drabble mood. Strangely enough, the words that spilled from my pencil were about Pansy, watching Draco, and realizing something. Takes place somewhere in HBP.

She couldn't peel her eyes away. His were closed, but she could still sense the emotions beneath the lids. Clenched fists gathered the material hiding his legs. The he that wasn't him refused to hang his head, despite the fact that his skull was heavy with thoughts of hopelessness. She knew, because his drooped shoulders and silent feet told her so.

This assignment had changed him, she heard his angry pleads ring through her head.

But he was wrong. She did understand. And listening to his lies hurt more than the knowledge of what had happened.

Maybe this wasn't love.