-1She walked, ghostlike, into the chasm that was the boy's dorm, wandering like a lost child in the dark. There were no sounds coming from the room before her, and yet she knew he was there; like a magnet, she knew his pull from anyone else's. Walking soundlessly, she approached his bed, and saw his weary form laying comatose on it. Slipping herself wordlessly into his arms, she felt his even breath slacken for a moment, then his warm body moved; groaning, the blonde young man's eyes fluttered open.

"Pansy, what're you doing up 'ere…" he said, his voice slurred from his sleep-like state. Pansy shushed him like a mother would a child and lay herself down over him; he sighed and wrapped his arms around the beautiful Slytherin queen. That was exactly what they were: royalty. Pansy leant down to his ear, whispering sweet nothings to him, whilst tracing the outline of the Dark Mark upon his arm. Only flinching slightly, he kissed her cheek, then her nose, then her lips…

"Pansy," he groaned, sitting up; pushing her off his lap, she pouted sexily. He looked away. "You know I have to go. And you know I can't take you with me." Pansy grunted back in response. She interlaced her fingers with his. "I don't care if I don't have the Mark… I'll get it. I don't care about that…" she trailed off. "What I do care about is you. And us." Draco nodded his head, then shook it forcefully. "Pansy, stop it," he scolded harshly. "We've been over this a thousand times, you're NOT coming."

Stung, Pansy shied back away from him, pushing herself further onto his bed. Yes, she knew they had talked about it… but they'd never agreed on anything. It was always he who decided, and that made her angry- she wanted to have some say, but it always turned out that whatever he said, went. "Why not?" she whispered, hurt. His eyes pained, her brought her hands to his and cradled them softly. "I couldn't bear it if something happened to you… I love you too much to let that happen."

The words numbed her a bit to the pain of him tearing himself away from her, but she refused to let them sink in. "Goodnight, Draco," she said distantly, walking out of the boys' dorm. "Pansy! Wait-" she could hear him faintly say as she ran down the stairs and then up the girls' ones. She could hear his footsteps sliding down the collapsing stairs as he called her name…

She drew her curtains shut and wept.

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Pansy woke up the next day and trudged to her class- Charms with the Gryffindors. She walked by herself to the class in a huff, not waiting for Draco as per her usual. She had a good cry beforehand, then nearly ran to class, completely skipping breakfast- crash landing into a flaming red head she knew well. "Weasel," she grunted to the girl who was splayed out upon the floor. Pansy knew her eyes were red, but then again- so were hers. She looked down at her curiously, and murmured a one word. "Potter?" Ginny nodded softly, and looked up at her. "Malfoy?" Pansy looked away, biting back tears. It was all the answer she could give. Flitwick soon appeared, and they followed him into the classroom, cheeks glazed in tears. And so the soldiers went off to war… and the women wept.