What's Eating You, Sly?
Montage Two
Disclaimer: Nothing but "Sly" is mine
Summary: it ran away. If you find it, call me at 1-800-isuckatsummaries
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Drip drop. Drip drop. Drip drop.
Never in her life had Pansy felt so tranquil. And yet, at the same time, she had never felt so conflicted.
She and Draco were sitting outside on a bench, in the rain. Not speaking a word, but simply watching the droplets merge with the lake, and the occasional tentacle supplied by the squid.
They had been sitting there alone for hours, ever since their game had finished ("He jests at a scar that never felt a wound!" "Romeo. Come on, you can find better than that!") Now... Quietly thinking to themselves, comfortable in their silence.
Pansy didn't know what Draco was thinking about, but she needed to ask him something, so she hoped that he wasn't thinking of something of the upmost importance.
"Is it wrong, what our parents do?" she finally said quietly.
Draco continued staring at the lake. Pansy didn't know whether to repeat the question or not. Just as she was about to, he spoke.
"Sly...come on. Why would you ask me that?"
"It's just that.."
"Sly! Who's to judge what's right and wrong? It's just some idiot's idea of a way to keep global order, isn't it?"
Pansy met his eyes, "I suppose that's a good way to look at it."
He broke the gaze and turned his attention back to the lake, "I think so."