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WARNING! HBP SPOILERS
Summery: Ficlet written for the day after HBP challenge on fiction alley.
Pansy's first evening home is not what she expected. There is no letter or message passed though her father or older brother. She would have thought he would contact her in some way but her mother's pride for Draco lavished upon her for dating such a "brilliant young man" makes the evening not only bearable but extremely pleasant.
The next evening doesn't even come close to pleasant. After a day spent alternately rushing to the windows to check for owls and sitting in front of her room's fireplace waiting for a floo call she is tense and short tempered at dinner. Her mother is the only one else present and soon quits the table in the face of Pansy's ire.
Pansy retires early, exhausted by the day's vigil, but sleep is not easy coming. Pride and worry war within her. Her pride is much like her mother's. Draco seems truly brilliant for being the first to let a invasion of Hogwarts happen. Without him they would have never gotten in and that alone should be enough to secure his position in the Dark Lord's circle. Thinking of this brightens her mood considerably until she goes back to the lack of contact.
She rationalizes that Draco must be in deep hiding right now. An owl or floo call could lead to his capture so of course he's not going to risk it. But why not pass a message to her father or brother. They certainly would be safe. Her foolish daydreams on the train ride of home of Draco waiting to meet her and sweeping her away into a life of favor and power have been completely smashed.
Pride and worry begin to fall to a new more sinister emotion, fear. It was said that Draco had not personally killed Dumbledore like asked. Snape has supposedly had to step in and do it. The elder Malfoy's imprisonment speaks clearly of the Dark Lord's capacity for forgiveness. His treatment of others shows his complete lack of tolerance for weakness.
Pansy now understands how most of the wizarding world must feel tonight. She falls asleep not hopeful for tomorrow but terrified of what news it may bring. No news is good news is what she has always been told. If her father and brother have not said anything then he must be in hiding. She clings to this small comfort as she drifts off.