The loud rush of footsteps running up the opposing stairway triggered Pansy Parkinson to slide out of her bed, onto the cold hardwood floor. It had become almost instinct by now. The floor soothed her hot skin, so she moved her slippers away and didn't bother sliding on her housecoat. She grabbed the dimly lit lantern, and followed the hall down the stairs, into the Slytherin Common room. Her face fell almost zombie-like, she appeared not ill but tired judging by the dark circles under her eyes. She walked the same path she had for the past two months, to one of the large leather sofa's. This one in the far back, away from the rest of the room. She set the lantern down on the small table in front of the sofa, lighting up a figure that lay stiffly against the leather. She decided to switch up her reutine. Usuaully she knelt down next to the sofa, but Pansy felt something different about tonight. Draco Malfoy shifted onto his back and sighed. Pansy crawled on top of him, and lay on his chest. He looked almost shocked by her action, and annoyed at the same time.
Not sure what she was doing, he went to push her off when she put her hand up in protest.

"Don't," Pansy muttered. "Just.. Let me lay here."

She knew the stress that had been put on Draco the past few years, she knew she could do nothing about it. Infact, she was positive Draco thought of her as a bother, and that all she wanted was fame. Maybe it was just fear. Fear that if she did not join him, she wouldn't be safe for the coming war. Or possibly, in the back of his mind, she did care about him. He would never know, though. He was too stubborn. He did not accept facts presented flat-out to his face, he had to get right to the root and figure it out himself.

"What do you want, Pansy?" He sighed, but at the same time relaxed his body.

"I want to talk with you. Not to you, but with you." Her voice was barely loud enough to hear.

"What do you want to talk about then?"

Pansy shook her head against his chest and remain still. He then did something she hadn't been expecting. He started to run his hand through her hair. "I always held a liking to your hair. It's beautiful," Draco soothed. "You're a smart witch. Pureblood. You don't trust people as easy as you used to, that's good." He seemed unsure when he spoke, but something clicked. Almost like a puzzle piece finally fit.

"This is hard for you." Pansy whispered, etching circles into Draco's shirt.

"What?" He asked, looking down at her.

"Breaking up with me."

The next night, Pansy Parkinson remain in her own bed.


Author's Note: Please R&R, Thank you. So this is my take on how Draco broke up with Pansy. I mean, it probably went a lot less .. easy. But I like to think it happened right before the big fight at the end of DH. And I like to think it happened in a sort of mature, grown-up way. Like they both knew it was coming, but it was harder than expected. And I wanted to portray Draco as a human being instead of a monster who would just throw her away. I don't know what posessed me to write this, I hate Pansy Parkinson.