As I Stand Witness to your fall

Disclaimer: In no way does any of the characters from the Harry Potter's series belong to be.

---------------------------------------------------- Chapter Three: Acronychal

How many had died because of her betrayal…

By nightfall he would come back…his dark robe drench in blood. She could hear the scream that filled the dark sky through his eyes. She no longer understood this war that they fought…for what caused did Draco died for? What made this man that stood behind her so powerful? He is after all only mortal…

She placed her brush down, turn to faced him…he doesn't have to speak. She knows him, despite his best attempt to pretend that emotions don't exist in this room, their room. She unbutton his shirt, her fingers traced the scars he painted on himself. Countless numbers of scars graced her body and too many times did she become drunk from her own blood. But none of that matters…only him.

He crushed her body to him. "Pansy…" His breathing heavy, his body warm against her skin and she hated him every time he comes home like this…he slammed her body against the vanity table and all the scented perfume comes crushing down. The music box her mother once gave her played endlessly in her head; it numbed away the pain. He didn't care if she bleeds; he didn't care if her body hurt from his touch, just as long as she makes his pain disappear.

He grabbed her, their lips crushed together. "Make it all go away Pansy…"

"Tom…" And each time she grasps out for him, he slips away between her fingers like the memories of her childhood. No matter how many times he comes home to her, Pansy could never really make all the nightmares that plague his dream fade away. She couldn't even cure the nightmares that visit her each night when he was done, how was she to cure his? All Pansy could do was dull his for the moment, make him forget for a moment…wasn't that her job to begin with. How much can a whore really do? She never sign up to save him, but their fate was so deeply intertwined that she can't seemed to unweave all that was done. She was too far in…she wasn't even supposed to last this long.

Draco promise to come for her in one year time…but all that washed away when Harry Potter killed him. Did she expect for Draco to come and take her away, to say that he loved her and that this war no longer matter? But who she to compete with Fate when it comes to promises…

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There was so much blood that flowed too freely within the castle wall. The lower rank death eaters were brutally murder one by one. They didn't even have a chance. All she could do was stand and watch. Stop it, stop it all, she wanted to yell to make everything go away but all that escape her lip was a tiny whimper. She wasn't a fighter nor was she brave; that sort of thing was left to Gryffindors. Pansy couldn't utter a single spell to save any of them; she was helpless in such situation. A woman of her status doesn't play the part of the heroine, that role was reserve for someone else. The role she was meant to play was of a broken doll and she played it well. And Daddy would be proud of her.

"Pansy," a soft voice entered the room.

Her eyes shift from the ticking of the minute hand to the door. Her body becomes numb. She didn't want to see him and each time she does she swear that the Gods were punishing her for her sins. The silent that encompass the room was unbearable. His cold gaze stabbed her. "Blaise," she hated that her voice betray her every time she sees this man. "Did something go wrong?"

He stepped out from the shadow. He was no longer beautiful; his body was torn apart from the war. How long ago did he used to stand up tall and pride? How long ago when all they thought about was house rivalry not of who was left to fight in this war that she could careless for?

"We have to get out of here, the Orders have broken through our spell," he grabbed her arms. His words passed through her. And her only thoughts were not of the dangers that she was in but whether or not Tom was saved from the Orders.

"But Blaise, we can't leave. Tom isn't here yet." He stared at her confused.

"Tom?" He turned her to face him. Where did all the innocent in his eyes gone off to? "Pansy, all that matter is me getting you out of here. Lord Voldemort entrust me with your safety." And before he pulled her through the door she heard him murmur, "And I promise Draco that I'll keep you safe no matter what."

But Blaise don't you understand that promises were made to be broken.

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Her heart raced as Blaise held her close to him. His arm wrapped around her tiny waist. She was much too frail to be okay. "Don't move," he whispered in her ear.

What was she supposed to do? She couldn't rely on herself; she no longer had a wand to hide behind. Two wands stay pointed at them. They weren't honorable as they had hoped the wizardring world would see them as. Could they not see that one was a cripple and the other defenseless? Two wands stayed pointed at them still. Blaise wouldn't be able to protect them that she knows. His wand shake in his hand, his body was failing him.

"Stupefy," both men shouted. She couldn't tell who they were; the hooded cloak they wore hid their face from her.

"Ennervate," but Blaise wasn't strong enough to counter their spell knocking him to the ground.

"Blaise," she screamed his name as his body bang against the castle stone wall. She tried to run to him to see if he was okay but her feet were glued to the ground. Damn them she wanted to shout. "Can't you see that he hurt?" Her logic didn't make sense, of course they saw the blood running down his head but it wasn't their place to care nor was it her place to be caught in the crossfire between the Orders and the Death Eaters' battles. After all, she was just a whore…

One of them grabbed Blaise and apparated out of the castle wall. She screamed his name over and over in hope that they'll bring him back. He grabbed her, pulled her to him. She wouldn't let them take her; Tom was going to come back and save her.

"Stay still Parkinson, this might hurt," he harshly whispered in her ears.

"Harry?"

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A/N: I know this wasn't as long as some might hope, but I did try my best. And I know I did promise that Harry would be in this chapter, I just didn't realize that he was going to be receiving only two lines. Sorry about that, but the next chapter should have more Harry and Pansy interaction. And about the grammar I'm not really good at finding one, but I hope that the grammar is not so bad that you can't stand to read it. And I would just like to thank those who some time to drop a review, Thank you.