Pansy's whiping away the excess tears. She's been like this for hours, locked up in my room not speaking to anyone. Receptions are when people are supossed to be together and celebrate their loved one's life. The only celebrating going on is my father corking open a bottle of champagne and my mom drinking with him.
"Can I come in?" Harry's voice travels from outside the door. I didn't know he came but I guess he would come- coming to my funeral and all.
"Yes," I answer the same time Pansy does forgetting that I'm not alive anymore. She pulls her shirt up and uses it as a tissue to get rid of the mascara cradeling her cheeks. Her light brown hair is a mess and she looks like she could use a doctor.
Harry comes in holding something behind his back. I can see it clearer than Pansy can. It's weed. Our old friend and Harry knew it, he caught me once with some in the lavortory at school but never said anything about it.
"Thought this might cheer you up," he handed the rolls to her. Pansy took the plastic wrapping, looked at it for a moment then shoved it back into his hands. He seemed surprise by her force that he stumbled back.
"I can't, I'm pregnant," she sniffled trying not to make eye contact with the brown haired boy in front of her.
"I see," Harry put one arm around her and squeezed carinngly. "Draco'd be proud of you ya know. He loved you with all his heart."
He was right. I did love her with all my heart. So much it pains me thinking about what she's gonna do without me. Raising a kid on her own, she'd never survive. She's strong but too weak the same.
God what am I going to do?
A/N: Ok- I DID say that other part was the end but what the hey? Review me please!
"Can I come in?" Harry's voice travels from outside the door. I didn't know he came but I guess he would come- coming to my funeral and all.
"Yes," I answer the same time Pansy does forgetting that I'm not alive anymore. She pulls her shirt up and uses it as a tissue to get rid of the mascara cradeling her cheeks. Her light brown hair is a mess and she looks like she could use a doctor.
Harry comes in holding something behind his back. I can see it clearer than Pansy can. It's weed. Our old friend and Harry knew it, he caught me once with some in the lavortory at school but never said anything about it.
"Thought this might cheer you up," he handed the rolls to her. Pansy took the plastic wrapping, looked at it for a moment then shoved it back into his hands. He seemed surprise by her force that he stumbled back.
"I can't, I'm pregnant," she sniffled trying not to make eye contact with the brown haired boy in front of her.
"I see," Harry put one arm around her and squeezed carinngly. "Draco'd be proud of you ya know. He loved you with all his heart."
He was right. I did love her with all my heart. So much it pains me thinking about what she's gonna do without me. Raising a kid on her own, she'd never survive. She's strong but too weak the same.
God what am I going to do?
A/N: Ok- I DID say that other part was the end but what the hey? Review me please!
