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The 5 Drabbles Competition Round 4: Prompt Used—heal

Pansy restlessly rolled over in the lumpy bed, trying to ignore the pale fluorescent light that poured in their cracked window from the flickering streetlamp outside. Sighing, she laid on her back, hands folding over her stomach as she stared up at the ceiling, eyes tracing over the stains and listlessly trying to imagine different animals or pictures or shapes those stains could be. She played this game every few nights when her swirling maze of thoughts prevented her from drifting off, hoping that by distracting herself with something so utterly mundane as the dark stains that patterned the area above her, she'd eventually fall asleep.

It hadn't quite worked yet, and Pansy found her thoughts dwelling as they often did on that final battle—the terrible screams of friend and foe alike as she'd darted through the castle, the fear, anger, and loathing written on the faces of people she'd thought she knew as they cast hex after curse at one another, the horrifying realization that she couldn't rely even on those she considered her friends as brother turned against brother, the boundaries of friendship and loyalty falling away in the chaos.

The experience had left her riddled with nightmares, and Pansy tried to force her thoughts on to something else to prevent another one from happening tonight. The walls were thin, and they couldn't afford to have the neighbors complain over her yelling again; there were only so many places they could afford as they no longer had the vast Malfoy wealth to support them while hiding from the wrath of the Ministry.

Shifting onto her side, Pansy bumped against Draco's still form, wincing as he grunted and rolled towards her, his lashes fluttering open. "Wha's wrong?" he asked sleepily.

"Nothing, sorry, go back to sleep," Pansy whispered, rubbing his arm as he grunted his acknowledgment and rolled back over. She wrapped an arm around his chest, scooting closer to him and resting her face against his back as she closed her eyes and tried again for sleep. Despite their terrible apartment and constant fear of being caught, Pansy was glad that she and Draco had one another to heal the scars left behind from their ordeal. She didn't think she'd ever have felt whole again without him.

As she drifted off, she didn't notice as Draco slowly edged away, leaving a void between them.