Chapter 2 - One Dream Shattered, Another Dream Realised
Pansy sank down into a chair, the realisation of what just happened sinking in. The tears that had slowly fallen down her cheeks when she had spoken to Draco were now falling thick and fast, but she didn't acknowledge them. All she could think of was that in ten minutes, she would have to walk up the aisle alone, and explain to everyone what was happening. She couldn't do it. She screamed for her father. Mr. Parkinson rushed in, and, seeing his daughter's tear-streaked face, knew something was wrong.
"Sweetheart?" he asked, questioningly.
She flung her arms around him, not even thinking of saying a word. He knew then what had happened. "I'll tell your mother, and we can tell the guests, if you want?" she nodded.
"Thanks dad..." She said, weakly.
Her father left the room, and she was, again, alone. She sat there for a long time, thinking things over, and, eventually, she stood up and made her way to the mirror. An hour or so ago, this mirror had showed her looking perfect. Now what it showed was something very different.
Staring at Pansy was a girl, the same height as her, but she was a dishevelled mess. Her hair was all over the place, her tiara crooked, and her eyes puffy and red. This didn't bother her. What bothered her was the trail of black mascara that was running down her cheeks and neck, and even on to her wedding dress. She had nothing but this dress now.
Blaise and Millicent walked into her room, and sat beside her, trying to comfort her, but she would have none of it. She asked them to leave, and, reluctantly, they did, promising to owl her when they arrived home. She nodded, the words not making full sense to her.
When everyone had left her home, and her parents had told everyone to leave her in peace, she lay on her bed, crying. She remembered all the things that had happened between her and Draco. It was in this room that he had proposed, and she had spent the night watching him sleep. That night was so far away now, so out of reach. She longed for Draco, and the days spent at the beach, or the picnics in the park, or even at Draco's house, where they had sat making plans, and laughing together. Draco was her world. She loved him before anyone had. She'd loved him since they were born. They were soul mates, destined to be together. Why didn't Draco see that?
"What am I going to do without you, Draco, my love?" she whispered, amidst tears. She was still in her wedding dress. As if she only realised it that moment, she cast it off, and pulled on one of Draco's tee shirts. Wiping her eyes now, she walked to the window, just in time to watch the sunset.
The redness of the sky hurt her eyes a little, but, when her eyes had focused on it properly, it was really quite beautiful. The reds and oranges that tinted the clouds were like a fire, warming her inside. She and Draco would always watch the sunsets together, and she wished, again, that Draco could be here with her.
Had she known the real reason Draco had left her, she would have understood why he enjoyed watching the sunset with her.
Draco stood by his window, watching the sunset. The fiery colours reminded him of his own fire, sitting on his bed. He watched her. Her auburn hair that flowed so erotically down her back, in waves, her freckles, her button nose, everything about her was cute.
He went and sat down next to her, kissing her neck softly. She smiled.
"Draco..." she whispered. "We won't be able to have a big wedding, you know..."
"Why not?" he asked, puzzled.
"Well... The father of the bride pays for the wedding, right? So, my dad, and my family, doesn't have that much money..."
"So? Don't forget love, I have father's money..." he said, kissing her neck again. "And besides, I wasn't expecting you to pay for the wedding. It's our big day, and I want it to be perfect, so, if you want a big wedding, we'll have one..." He smiled.
She smiled, and kissed his cheek.
"I love you, Draco Malfoy, I really do..."
"I love you too, Ginny Weasley." he pushed her down on his bed, kissing her lips.
Pansy's mother and father were in her bedroom. Mr. Parkinson was shocked at what he saw. Mrs. Parkinson wouldn't stop crying. She clung to her daughter's dead body, lying on bloody sheets, her warm tears falling on Pansy's cold body. She hadn't died through lose of blood though. Her wand was lying beside her. Mr. Parkinson knew what had happened.
He had been walking past Pansy's room on his way back from the kitchen. He'd been to get a warm glass of milk to help her sleep. As he opened the door, he heard Pansy shout 'Avada Kedavra' and saw a green light. He'd dropped the glass, and run into the room. It was too late. Pansy was dead. He cried by her side, before clearing up the broken glass, and going to tell Mrs. Parkinson.
"Enya, Enya... Wake up..." he's whispered quietly.
"Michael? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he said nothing, but took her by the hand, and led her to Pansy's room. She rushed to Pansy's bedside, and this is where she had stayed all morning.
Mr. Parkinson vowed then that Draco Malfoy's life would not be perfect. Not after he caused the suicide of his daughter.