IV. Pansy
Thoughts, love.
Draco always sent her pansies on her birthday. Pansies for Pansy - it was their little joke and it always made her smile. Only Draco ever sent her pansies. She didn't really like the flowers themselves (if anyone else had sent her pansies, she would have left them to wilt in the corner of some dusty, seldom-used room so she never had to see them) but the fact that Draco had sent them was enough to make her love them.
Then one year the pansies didn't appear. There was no note from Draco telling her how wonderful she was, how much he loved her. She didn't like the flowers themselves, but her birthday suddenly felt like an impossibly empty occasion without any present from Draco being there. Pansy almost went out and bought herself some, but that wouldn't have been right. Pansies were only nice if they were from Draco; buying herself some wouldn't have been the same.
She told herself that he was obviously just busy. Of course he was busy. He was so busy that her birthday had just slipped his mind. It was to be expected. It didn't mean anything. He would send her flowers again eventually.
Three days later the Daily Prophet announced the engagement of Draco Malfoy to one Astoria Greengrass, and Pansy felt as though all the flowers in the world had wilted.