Title: Nothing important.
Characters: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. (They're not married.)
Pairing: Draco/Pansy
Rating: G
Word count: 366
Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter are copyright to JK Rowling. I do not claim any of said characters, just some of the ideas used to create the piece.
Notes: None.
Pansy read the Daily Prophet headline and the first thing that came to mind was that it was a joke. Some sick joke bent out to get the Malfoy family, after all there was no body found so they had no real proof. Draco would return to her and she'd be fine, or she'd wake up from this fucked up dream she was having. But it wasn't a dream, she was awake and coherent and everything was real, except the article since she didn't believe it. She waited a month for him to come home and prove the paper wrong, but he never did. She realized it wasn't a lie, she just didn't want to believe that the man she loved had left her so soon into their life together, but she had to.
She walked through one of the halls of the manor that they bought together a year before and she stopped at a picture hanging on the wall. She felt herself start to get weaker than she had been feeling before and she started to cry. She hadn't cried since their sixth year when she had a nervous break down, but then he was there to comfort her, this time he wasn't. He was the one making her cry, and out of pain and frustration she punched the picture, causing the glass to shatter and the frame to fall. She turned away from it without a second thought, not wanting to pick it up because she didn't want to look at it again.
The picture is still there now, three years after he had died. She didn't pick it up and anyone who tried was killed, since she saw the picture as a representation of what she now was. She was just like the picture, broken and strewn all over the place with people to pick her up, but someone to stop them from doing so. When the picture fell, it was the way her life had crumbled around her when she came to realize he was gone, the glass shattering was her heart, and the pile is her as she is now. Nothing important, with no hopes of being put back together.
Characters: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. (They're not married.)
Pairing: Draco/Pansy
Rating: G
Word count: 366
Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter are copyright to JK Rowling. I do not claim any of said characters, just some of the ideas used to create the piece.
Notes: None.
Pansy read the Daily Prophet headline and the first thing that came to mind was that it was a joke. Some sick joke bent out to get the Malfoy family, after all there was no body found so they had no real proof. Draco would return to her and she'd be fine, or she'd wake up from this fucked up dream she was having. But it wasn't a dream, she was awake and coherent and everything was real, except the article since she didn't believe it. She waited a month for him to come home and prove the paper wrong, but he never did. She realized it wasn't a lie, she just didn't want to believe that the man she loved had left her so soon into their life together, but she had to.
She walked through one of the halls of the manor that they bought together a year before and she stopped at a picture hanging on the wall. She felt herself start to get weaker than she had been feeling before and she started to cry. She hadn't cried since their sixth year when she had a nervous break down, but then he was there to comfort her, this time he wasn't. He was the one making her cry, and out of pain and frustration she punched the picture, causing the glass to shatter and the frame to fall. She turned away from it without a second thought, not wanting to pick it up because she didn't want to look at it again.
The picture is still there now, three years after he had died. She didn't pick it up and anyone who tried was killed, since she saw the picture as a representation of what she now was. She was just like the picture, broken and strewn all over the place with people to pick her up, but someone to stop them from doing so. When the picture fell, it was the way her life had crumbled around her when she came to realize he was gone, the glass shattering was her heart, and the pile is her as she is now. Nothing important, with no hopes of being put back together.