A/N: Two in one night, aren't I lovely. Enjoy, review, suggest, comment, gasp in horror...whatever...I have to go do my French homework. And blood tests have fucked up my arm so typing hurts, appreciate this chapter!

"Come on Pansy, you can do this…" Pansy was leaning against the wall in a hallway in her family's vast home, trying to summon up the strength to walk into the dining room. She'd woken up that morning with a hollow feeling inside; it was probably something to do with the fact she hadn't taken any drugs for about twelve hours, but it was also because it was the first time in over five years that she'd woken up with the knowledge that she and Draco weren't an item.

Taking a deep breath she stood upright and walked into the dining room, her parents looked up from their breakfasts, surprised to see their youngest child up so early. "What are you looking at?" She snapped as she pulled the jug of coffee towards her, pouring a large mug.

Her father rolled his eyes at her and went back to reading the Daily Prophet. "Good party last night?" Her mother questioned as Pansy sipped the coffee sulkily.

"I broke up with Draco." Silence filled the room as the Daily Prophet fluttered noisily to the floor accompanied by a glass of orange juice that stained the cream carpet a violent orange.

"Excuse me?" Her father questioned after a few minutes.

"I broke up with Draco."

"Pansy…do the words Unbreakable Vow mean anything to you?" His voice was dangerously quiet and Pansy tried to distract herself from his anger by pulling an apple towards her – it was to be the first breakfast she'd had in months.

"Yeah." Nonchalantly she took a bite of the apple. "Do the words, not twenty one yet mean anything to you?" She looked up as the door opened once again and, the apple joined the Prophet and orange juice on the floor, Draco walked in, looking decidedly the worse for wear. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Her brother Nathaniel chuckled as he sat down, "did you really expect him to make it home in the state he was in?" He threw Draco a vial of hangover potion which was consumed quickly. "Now, what I would like to know is…why did I have to play nurse and chuck him in one of the guest suites, why wasn't he tucked up safely in your bed?"

"We broke up…" Draco muttered as he sipped some water.

Pansy stood up rapidly from her chair, glaring at him. "No, correction Draco, I broke up with you. You just don't seem to get it, we're over. I've had enough of your attitude." Sneering at Nathaniel she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Pansy pushed through the crowds, she could see Aristid by the bar and wanted, needed, to get to him. She'd tried to go a few days without taking any drugs but it was killing her, burning her deep inside. People moved in front of her and she took in a deep breath of stale, muggy air as claustrophobia cramped her. Why did Aristid always have to hang out in the most disgusting places? Finally, shoving aside what looked like a vampire, Pansy reached her brother who was talking to Blaise Zabini. Turning around as if he had sensed her presence, Aristid raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Torrent."

He smiled lightly and passed her a weight which Pansy momentarily disappeared to consume, the drug – although tolerated amongst the dark community, most landlords didn't want to be closed down for use on their premises.

Returning to the bar Pansy found Blaise and a bottle of firewhisky waiting for her. "Aristid had to go and meet a contact."

Pansy nodded and slid onto a bar stool, pouring herself a large measure of whisky and downing it rapidly.

"Break up with Draco hitting you hard?"

Pansy poured herself another shot. "Not particularly, its not like we were really together anymore."

Blaise eyed her skeletal figure and nodded even though he disagreed. "You not going to ask after the boy wonder?"

"Am I supposed to care?"

"Just thought it might interest you that your future husband appears to have lost the plot completely." Blaise stood up and placed a warm hand on Pansy's bare shoulder, sending shivers down her spike. "You know, if you ever need anyone to talk to…"

"And have everything I tell you going straight back to Draco? Thanks but, er, no thanks Blaise." Pansy laughed sarcastically.

Blaise shrugged and walked away, true, Draco – who was teetering on the edge of insanity, had asked him to go and speak to Pansy but chatting to Aristid prior to her arrival had been far more enlightening.

"What's a pretty young thing like you doing in a place like this?" Pansy felt a hand trail down her arm and a rough voice in her ear. Turning around she came face to face with Marcus Flint. Picking up the now half empty bottle of firewhisky and waved it in his face.

Marcus chuckled and sat down. "Word has is that you're a free agent again."

"Word's got it right." Pansy winked and took a sip of her drink, a plan forming in her mind. Draco and Marcus were mates, not close enough that any great friendship would be ruined if she slept with Marcus, but close enough to hurt Draco, and Pansy was drunk enough to want to hurt him. Drunk enough not to care about love.

"Fuck you're so tight…" Pansy cringed as Marcus drove himself into her again and again, if in the bar she had thought this would be a quick thrill she was very wrong. "Fuck…I'm coming Pansy, come with me babe…" Pansy tightened her legs around Marcus' hips, trying to drive herself to orgasm but she wasn't even in the slightest aroused. "Come with me Pansy…"

She felt Marcus release and dug her nails into his shoulders. "Fuuuuuuuuuck…" She forced out a shout but inside felt great relief as Marcus withdrew and draped himself across her, his sweat coating her pale skin. She'd never slept with anyone but Draco, she'd never had to fake an orgasm before and as Marcus sucked hungrily on her neck released that no one else could ever fulfil her in the way that Draco could.

"God you're amazing…" Pansy supressed a groan as Marcus prepared to enter her once again.

"Mmm hmmm…."