Disclaimer: Same drills...don't own anything but the plot
A/N: I've made it to my first 100! Thank you so much for reviewing and all your support/encouragement for me! I'm speechless with gratitude! This is the chapter that I've writtened before chapter 18, and I deem it as my best chapter so far! Please don't flame me at the end of this, I'll keep to the promise I made in the beginning. I'd also like to dedicate this chapter to abbi as it's her b-day soon, and this is the prezzy that I can give her, being the poor student that I am!
Death
She'd barely dodged fatal blow that Potter sent her. It was the first time she'd ever dueled Potter. She had forgotten that Potter was more or less an equal to Draco in dueling.
Pain seared through her side as her body stiffened under another spell.
She felt her body soar through the air. Before she knew it, she collided with a piece of structure from the building.
She watched helplessly as Potter made his way to Draco who seemed unaware of his approach.
She wanted to yell out to Draco.
But darkness consumed her. A blissful blackness took over her pains.
xxXxx
A pair of warm, comforting arms picked her up.
A man's embrace.
It was Draco. She knew it was Draco.
She could live in those arms for all eternity.
She could feel his love.
She felt Draco apparate.
Then she resumed her rest in his arms as she snuggled closer to the warmth.
xxXxx
Her dreams were drenched with pain and blood.
Draco had appeared in her dream.
Just beyond her reach.
Horror unfolded before her eyes.
And she, struggling with all her might, was rooted in her place. Unable to move. Unable to help.
She watched feebly as spell after spell pierced her lover's body.
She watched blood, his pure and crimson blood flow from his wounds.
She cried out his name. She tried to find the bastard that was hurting Draco.
But she saw nothing in the darkness and blood.
Suddenly, the spells stopped.
Draco dropped. Smiling sadly at her. Accusing her.
She screamed a silent scream.
xxXxx
It had been pain. It was pain that she noticed first when she jolted up from her pillow.
Draco dying. It had all been a horrible nightmare.
Thank heavens above that it had been a nightmare!
She then noticed that she was in her room. Back at the Dark Lord's lair.
"You're awake." A familiar voice commented with relief.
She turned her head stiffly to the speaker and saw Blaise.
It was Blaise. Not Draco.
He sat there looking at her softly, like he always did.
Pansy looked around the room and noticed that is was not early. From the shadow her body cast on the bed, she assumed it was the afternoon.
"Where's Draco?" she asked. Her voice was dry and hoarse from the lack of water and probably the dream as well. But she needed to know where Draco was. Just to prove that it had been a nightmare.
"You've been asleep for a whole day." Blaise said, fully ignoring her question, and handing her a glass of water, which she drank greedily to soothe her parched throat.
"Blaise-"
"You haven't been out for long. Bellatrix Lestrange is still out. So I guess you're fine. But you should still rest a bit." Blaise said, as if Pansy had not spoken. "You should be more careful than that. I mean, running head on with Potter. You're really good with dueling. But Potter gives a whole new level to powerful-"
"Where's Draco?"
Blaise, stiffened a bit, then began again, "As I was saying-"
"Where's Draco?"
Her dream slowly returning to her.
"I don't know." Blaise sighed, looking at the wall at the far end of the room.
"Of course you know!" Pansy reasoned. "He's your best friend!"
"There's no such thing as 'best friends'." He said emotionlessly. "I have no best friend."
"That's a lie." She retorted. "You talk to him more than you talk to Millicent or me. When the two of you are not on missions, the two of you discuss whatever it is that you two talk about. Millicent and I are your friends. But Draco is your best friend."
"I don't know where he is." Blaise replied firmly.
"Blaise, is he on some mission again? I need to talk to him about this…this dream I had."
"You can talk to me, you know." He tried.
"You won't understand. The dream was about him." Pansy said nonchalantly, absolutely unaware of Blaise's expression. "Will you please get him for me. I know he's busy and-"
"He's dead." Blaise blurted out. His eyes downcast. Trying to hide his feelings.
Pansy looked sharply at him.
She remained silent, trying to decide what she should do to convince him to tell her. She didn't understand why he felt necessary to stop her from seeing her love. Draco couldn't be dead. Draco was…immortal and mortal. He was collected even in the messiest fights. He remained clean and composed even when everyone's hair was thick with dirt and blood. He was untouchable, unattainable. Yet, in moments, she could see the man. The man that could get hurt. The man who cared.
"No." She said firmly, staring at Blaise, willing him to tell the truth. "No, Blaise, that's not the answer."
"He is." Blaise insisted, unable to meet her pleading eyes.
"No." Pansy shook her head from her position on the bed. She attempted to smile coyly. "C'mon Blaise, tell me where he is."
"He is dead. Pansy. Draco died." Blaise said calmly.
Her hands shook in her lap. She tried to catch Blaise's eyes. She just wanted to see Draco. She had seen him fighting Potter in that raid in Azkaban. She wanted to know where Draco was…and Blaise wasn't helping.
"Blaise," She tried again. "That wasn't funny. That was a very bad joke."
"It's not a joke, Pansy." He said, still avoiding her gaze.
"Look at me, Blaise." Pansy demanded. "Stop avoiding my eyes. Look at me and tell me the truth!"
Blaise's lip stretched into a thin line. His gaze still locked on the sheets of her bed.
"Look at me! I want to see Draco!"
Blaise shifted in his seat. As if deciding whether to say something or not. He ran his hand through his black locks and looked around her room.
"Don't lie to me, Blaise." Pansy prompted, her patience wearing thin.
"I haven't. Not once since I met you." He replied.
"I thought we were friends. You know I love Draco. I need to know where he is."
She noticed Blaise flinched. Why?
Heaving a great sigh, Blaise looked at her. He looked right into her eyes. This time she wanted to flinch away, from the immense truth and emotions in them. "He's dead, Pansy. He died."
It was the truth then.
"How do you know? He carried me back here. I remember seeing his face before losing consciousness." She breathed heavily to control herself. She would not lose herself in emotions.
Once again, Blaise's eyes flashed with an emotion she did not comprehend. It was…hurt. But she was the one who was hurting.
"He's not dead." Pansy said determinedly. "I'm going to see him."
Pansy pushed the clammy sheets off her bandaged body. Blaise didn't stop her. He was too surprised by the sudden burst of strength that had been so elusive to her for the last hour. She made her way to the door moving her lead heavy legs. She tried not to sway but the half way to the entrance, her knees gave way. She collapsed. Unable to move anymore. She stared at the door hard. Willing it to open and reveal Draco.
It remained closed.
Like his heart.
Like hers too.
Locked up in distress and fear.
She could see the doors barring in her heart.
She turned to Blaise who was making his way to her. Her eyes were petrified and glassy…but no tears were shed. Pansy Parkinson did not cry. Draco did not cry. So Pansy Parkinson did not cry.
"He isn't dead, is he?" She asked Blaise again with a scratchy, small voice.
"He is." Blaise said mechanically. His facial expression betrayed no emotion. Yet truth and honesty shone in his eyes.
Draco was dead.
He'd died.
He was no longer with her.
He'd stopped on their road…
And she was walking on.
She was walking on without him.
All alone.
Pansy felt Blaise picking her up. Her arms fell to her sides. Like a ragged doll. She felt like a ragged doll. Broken, without a purpose. Dead. She felt Blaise put her onto her bed. Pulling the covers over he battered body. She felt his hand hold hers tightly. His grip providing the only warmth that indicated that she was still alive.
Reminding her that she was alone.
Blaise was with her, but she didn't care.
She just wanted Draco back.
She was deserted.
She was alone.
A/N: Sad? Heart wrenching? So, what do you think? I'd have to say, I think it's my one of my best chapters...but I do have a level of detachment, so the emotions are not as strong to me as it might/should be to a reader (at least I hope the emotions are strong). REVIEW PLEASE! Once again thanks to those who reviewed last time! I look forward to replying your reviews!