TITLE: A Good Man is Easy to Kill
AUTHOR: Ash
RATING: T perhaps more later on depending on the mood I'm in.
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter equals not mine.
SUMMARY: Letting people in on your weaknesses only provokes them to use them against you. RnR!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Woo you get to find out who that mystery girl is! I'm iffy about this chapter I hope everyone likes it. Review please!

Pansy Parkinson was not an emotional girl. So for her to be sitting on the floor of the Slytherin Girls' Washroom, hugging a toilet with no obvious intent to let go, and sobbing uncontrollably, well, it was most definitely out of character.

"Pansy? Can I come in and grab something?"

"Um," Pansy said, wiping her eyes and standing up slowly, "yeah, sure…I just—oh!"

Daphne Greengrass was already in the room and rummaging around in the towel closet, pretending to look for something, successfully startling a numb Pansy who was just emerging from a stall for the first time since she woke up. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—hey, are you okay?"

Pansy made her way to the sink to brush the taste of vomit from her mouth. She would have loved to answer the question honestly, to finally tell someone, 'You know what? I'm not okay. Something's wrong with me and I'm so glad I have some one to talk to!' But the hungry look in Daphne's eyes proved she only wanted to be in the know, to have a bit of gossip to call her own. Plus, Pansy wasn't stupid; She knew letting people in on your weaknesses only provoked them to use them against you.

"I'm fine," she said after she spit, and went into the Seventh Year Girls' dormitory to change, classes started in fifteen minutes.

She'd made it to Ancient Runes only a couple minutes late

"Pansy?" She turned. Draco. She sped her strides and tried to make it to the Girl's Bathroom so he could assume she just hadn't heard him, not that she was dreading even a glance at him. "Pansy!" She was too late, he was tugging on her arm.

"Hello, Draco."

"Hello…" He let go of her and straightened up. "Daphne Greengrass was saying at breakfast this morning that she saw you in the bathroom, and—"

"I don't think she knows what she saw, what are you getting at?"

He looked down, "Are you alright?" he barely mumbled.

He looked as if he genuinely wanted to know, as if the knowledge of her in pain, crying, was tearing him apart. He seemed made of glass. Pansy decided she hated him like this, so she decided to tell him. She yanked him into the bathroom and started to pace. Pacing lead to shaking, shaking lead to hysterics, and hysterics lead to crying, then sobbing.

"God, Pansy, what is it?" he asked, not moving toward her.

"I'm late!"

His face took on one of immediately confusion then slow, tentative realization. "You what?"

"I'm pregnant, Draco."

The words echoed off the tiled floor and cinderblock walls.

Once it'd gotten out, she couldn't hold it in any longer. She told him everything, "I'm pregnant and it's yours, it could only be yours. I just don't know what to do, and I'm so scared, I just…I don't know what to do and…" She threw herself to him and she imagined him telling her everything would be okay and that his father would handle it, and embracing her as affectionately as he knew how.

But he didn't do any of these things. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her several times before shoving her to the ground. "That's not true! You're not and it's not mine!"

"Draco, you're the only one I've ever been with in that way!"

"No! No! It's not mine! You've been with plenty other guys, they all talk about it!"

"They're lying!" Her throat hurt. She must be screaming, she hadn't noticed.

"They are not! You're as common a whore as they come, and you're trying to pin this on me! Well, it's not going to work Parkinson." And he turned on his heels to leave.

She was frantic. She jumped across the floor to grab him by the ankles, to keep him from leaving her. He shook her off and placed a locking charm on the bathroom door.

An hour later Pansy was in the Infirmary holding an ice pack to her slowly swelling black eye and a cloth to her split lip.

"You're alright, dear." Oh, how she hated concern. "How did this happen?"

"The staircase changed on me as I was running to class and I took a spill into the railing is all."

"Quite a spill, I suppose." Even more she hated skepticism.

"Yes, it was, but I'm fine now save for a few cuts and bumps, so I'll be leaving." She stood from her cot but wobbled with every step she took to straighten herself.

Madam Pomfrey caught her the second time she'd almost fallen and ushered her back to bed. "I think I'll keep you here over night—"

"Really I'm okay, and I'd much rather sleep in my own bed—"

"I insist that—"

"I'm fine!!" And then she promptly fainted, but two strong arms were there to catch her and keep her from colliding with the floor when she did.

Bad Draco! Well, I guess it is what he does...Review please!

Ash