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Chapter 3: Despair And Hope
Desperation gripped Pansy, Blaise had been strong enough to work the spell on Draco but had been unable to wake him and now She ran through diagon ally in a near panic, She ran straight into a group of three people she fell back wards and burst into tears.
"Are you ok?" came a vaguely familiar voice. Pansy just kept sobbing full of fear, she knew Draco would die with out her help but there was no where to turn.
Hermione looked down at the crying woman and with Harry's help lifted her to her feet.
"Pansy?" Hermione asked when she saw the woman's tear stained face. "Are you ok? What happened?"
Pansy was unable to answer breathless from her sobs. Hermione guided Pansy into the mostly deserted leaky cauldron.
"Thom can we borrow a room for a couple of minutes?" Hermione asked the old toothless bar man, he looked from her, to Harry and then to Ron then to the sobbing Pansy, he nodded and pushed a key over the bar. Ron snapped it up just letting Hermione lead the way with Pansy.
Hermione guided Pansy to sit on the bed and knelt before her.
"Pansy, what's wrong?" Hermione asked once more.
"He's so sick… he's going to die if I don't help him. I'm not like you, I'm not a hero, I can't do this and I don't know how to fix him" she sobbed.
"Fix who? Pansy you're not making sense." Harry said sitting beside the girl and comforting her like he had done so many times for Hermione. Hermione watched her dark haired friend, his body strong and sinewy, his Dark hair falling over his shockingly green eyes which were even more prominent ever since he'd switched from glasses to contact lenses.
"Draco" Pansy whispered as if afraid to mention the name as she buried her face in Harry's shoulder, anger shone in Harry's eyes but only for a second, He'd grown up since they year ago, he had known how distressed Draco was about killing Dumbledor and as far as he knew Draco had not been used in any other death eater business since, I didn't mean her liked the blonde or forgave the blonde for his past sins but he wasn't going to make Pansy suffer because it appeared the woman was suffering enough.
"What happened to him?" Hermione asked Ron watched from beside the window. Pansy explained hiccupping badly until Hermione made her drink a glass of water.
"So let me get this straight" Ron said folding his arms and reclining back in his chair. "after You know who killed his father, Draco locked himself away and has some how triggered ancient magic trapping himself in his nightmares and some strong Hero has to march in there and drag him out kicking and screaming?"
"yeah" Pansy sniffed before blowing her nose once more.
"leave him there to rot" Ron said with a shrug and Pansy started crying once more and Ron grimaced trying to lighten the mood he said "lets send Harry in there, no Matter what those two were doing that always had time to fight regardless of the situation"
The silence in the room was suddenly deafening he looked at the three pairs of eyes staring him, honey brown but wise amused ones, Sparkling dark brown, tearful but hopeful ones and bright green disbelieving ones. It was in that silence and those few seconds that Ron wished he thought things through before he said them.