Blaise's eyes widened as he caught sight of Pansy heading down the corridor towards him. He hadn't seen her all day, which was suspicious because she had been a near-constant companion for weeks! Blaise didn't like the fact that Pansy looked slightly troubled: he absolutely hated that expression on her face. Pansy should never be troubled by anything.

"Blaise?"

It was the first time that he had heard her voice in what seemed like forever, and he paused for a moment to take it in, memorizing it because he had no idea when he would hear it again. Pansy had always been silent, but that just meant that she enjoyed his company.

"Pansy?" Blaise said in reply, a smile touching his lips again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have believed Marcus as easily as I did. I didn't even listen to you. I've treated you horribly. I'm sorry," Pansy said.

Blaise didn't understand what Pansy was apologising for but thought she would take badly if he didn't remember, "There's nothing to apologise for."

Pansy gifted him with another one of her smiles, one that Blaise found that he would do anything to see again and again. Pansy gasped and muttered an excuse only moments later, leaving him alone once again, but Blaise didn't care.

The Pansy he had seen in the last few weeks weren't as happy as this one was, there had been few smiles, and little happiness, and Blaise had done everything he could to cheer Pansy up. To think that all he had to do was forgive her for something he hadn't held against her to make her happy again. Blaise let out a laugh that echoed around the empty corridor.

He saw Pansy again in the distance. She was smiling at him, and waving him towards her. Shaking his head, Blaise moved towards her in a half-jog. The fact that she came back wasn't as surprising as it would have been, since she had been doing this rather often lately.

Just as Blaise got close to her, she moved away again. Her eyes were alight in amusement, and Blaise absolutely adored that expression on her face. Her countenance was far lighter than it usually was, the sorrow was long gone.

She slipped between corridors and dusty passageways with Blaise only barely able to keep up with her. Pansy was leading him to the dungeons by a route that he wasn't familiar with. The occasional glimpse of a known corridor told him that, but they were only glimpses, and each further corridor Pansy led him through only got progressively dustier to the point that Blaise was surprised Pansy was even in the corridor.

That was until she slipped into a room not too far ahead of him. The light from the room made Blaise wince as it took a few moments for his eyes to adjust.

There were whispers now. He recognised the voices. One was Pansy, of course, and the other Daphne.

Blaise hadn't thought that they were on speaking terms with Draco holding both their affections, but apparently he had been wrong. He was about to step into the room, when he heard his name.

"Oh, Blaise believes we're back together. You should have seen his smile! The poor sod!" Pansy said, laughing.

Daphne's laughter joined Pansy's, "And he doesn't suspect a thing? Oh, our plot is coming together perfectly."

Blaise could see a flicker of shadows, "Of course not. Poor, little Blaisy isn't going to know what hit him!"

"You always have been vicious, Pansy. Building a guy's hopes, only to crush it again."

"We can both have our revenge. You, against his mother for your brother's death, and me, against him for his lies."

Written for Flying Lessons Assignment 10: [write about one of the pairing telling a lie] – a family member/friend dies

Written for Prompt Challenge: Bonfire Night [plot]