After fleeing from the tower, Pansy found it extremely hard to keep her thoughts from wandering back to Draco. She had seen him in the flesh, so close to her and so warm, nearly a year after his supposed death.

She continued to walk, without a care in the world, out of the castle and down towards the lake. She sat down on the bank and dipped her porcelain looking hand into the icy water. She was the perfect example of the broken hearted woman. She allowed the sensation of the water moving between her fingers to soften her for a moment, making her feel as though she was right to feel unhappy, until she felt her hand going numb and she had to remove it from it's surroundings.

Pansy stood up and turned to walk back the way she had come, choosing this time t not go back to the castle but to leave the school and her unhappy memories. She would go to a place that she had called home during her school holidays and where she would find answers to questions that were running around in here head... Malfoy Manor.

She got to the rusty iron gate and attempted to prise it open. It was stiff and covered in a sticky red substance. She did not want to believe it was blood, but somehow she knew it was. She managed to pull it open and step through without getting too much blood on her hands. She looked back at the school and sighed. She did not want to leave, but knew that it was for the best.

She walked away from the school, climbing up steep hills and running down the other side of them, until she was at a safe distance from Hogwarts to apparate. Pansy continued to walk, for what seemed like forever, when she found the perfect spot. She stopped and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and imagined Malfoy Manor. The world span around her as Pansy was transported Wiltshire, in the south west of England.

XxX

The last time Pansy had visited Malfoy Manor, was for Draco's 17th birthday. She had arrived full of joy and happiness that day, but today she was feeling the complete opposite.

She approached the front door and rang the doorbell. She waited for a couple of minutes before the door creaked open to reveal Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy. She looked different from the last time Pansy had seen her. Her hair was messy and untamed, which was something that no one would ever see from Narcissa, and she was blushing massively.

"Miss Parkinson!" Narcissa smiled, casting a look over her shoulder, "I'm afraid this isn't really a good time... I mean, you've just caught us in the middle of something. Can we help you though?"

"Yes... I just wanted to tell you that Draco's still alive!" Pansy told Narcissa, "But of course you knew that didn't you, and your husband told Draco not to tell me... no, he didn't tell him not to tell me, he ordered your son not to!"

Narcissa looked into Pansy's eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry Pansy, but can we talk about this later?" Narcissa began to close the door, but Pansy stuck a hand out to push the door open and step inside.

"I need to know the truth Mrs. Malfoy... I need to know why your son was told not to tell me he was alive!" Pansy said as she walked into the large entrance hall. She sat on the stairs and looked at Narcissa, expecting a rather good excuse.

"Well..." Narcissa began, before a voice shouted from up the stairs and to the left, "'Cissa! Come back to bed!"

Pansy smiled a weak smile before saying, "I think I should leave you to it!" She stood up and curtsied before making her way out of the house.

XxX

When Pansy was outside she began to laugh. She knew that Narcissa and Lucius had probably doing what they were and she had interrupted them.

She walked around the grounds of the manor, thinking. Pansy did a lot of thinking, but never let anyone know that she did. She didn't want to be thought of as the Slytherin Granger, but she did admire the Gryffindors brains.

She was thinking of reasons why she had ever fallen in love with Draco. First of all, she thought it was his money and his power. However after 5 minutes of walking she had come up with a list of ideas, but she then settled on the idea that she had fallen for him because she thought she could change him. This was not the truth... no one could change the stubborn child.

She came back around to the front of the house and made her way to the front gates, but as she got closer, she saw Draco coming towards her and the house. She tried to hide, but it was no use and Draco still saw her.