A/N: This is purposely vague and short. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: nothing's mine; everything is J.K. Rowling's

She wasn't stupid. She was never stupid. Pansy Parkinson was many things, but stupid was never one of them. She was always more clever than people thought, Draco included. He was shocked when, in their 7th year, she confronted him about his relationship with the youngest Weasley. Shell-shocked he had admitted to having feelings for the Weaslette.

She was his confidant after that. She was there to listen to his ranting after every fight and to his ideas for romantic gifts or dates. Most importantly she was there for him when their intense two-year relationship was over. She held him while he cried, something he had never done, and didn't say a word when he took her to bed with him. Somehow she'd managed to fall in love with him.

Her love for him was why she found herself outside the ramshackle house that afternoon two years later. She smoothed her navy and crème colored dress and held her head high as her heeled feet guided her way to the door. She knocked twice and stood back to patiently wait for the door to be answered. Luck was with her and the red-haired vixen herself answered the door.

Her eyes were puffy and her hair was tangled. She was wearing an old flannel shirt that hung half way down her thighs and a pair of woolen socks. Her bloodshot eyes widened slightly as she caught sight of the well-dressed, well-bred woman in front of her.

"Parkinson?" she asked unbelievingly as she stepped aside and allowed the older woman to step inside. Pansy looked around the room, barely able to hold the disdain in. Ginny blushed hotly. Pansy gracefully lowered herself into a chair. There was an awkward silence before Ginny spoke again. "Congratulations on your engagement," she chocked out, barely able to keep the tears at bay. Pansy smiled softly and looked down at her left hand, the diamond engagement ring sparkling in the light.

"I knew about you two from the beginning, you know," Pansy said, not looking up from her ring. "He's not nearly as stealthy as he thinks he is. He's not nearly as good at hiding his emotions, either." There was another silence.

"Would you like some tea?" Ginny asked in an attempt to break the silence. Pansy smiled slightly and looked up once more. She shook her head.

"I should be going; I just came here to tell you that he still loves you. I ask him sometimes, and he denies it, but he can't hide it from me. I've known him far too long for that. Sometimes at night he'll whisper your name. I don't think he notices, so I pretend not to.

"I don't know what happened between the two of you, and I may never know. All I know is that there never will be the two of you because Draco is a stubborn prick, and he'll let his pride lead him to his death before he ever apologizes.

"I know he doesn't love me, not like that. I love him, and sometimes I think it's enough for the both of us. All he really needs is someone who will let him pretend. I'm sorry, Weasley, that he has to pretend at all. Good day." Pansy left before Ginny could say anything.

That night when Draco took her to bed, Pansy pretended that it was her he wanted. She pretended it was she who he thought of day and night. She pretended she didn't hear him softly moan Ginny as he came.

And it was enough for her.