Warning: Gore. And lost of it.

Chapter 18 – Reunited

Harry and I start to get up to go back to the boulder just when the hovercraft enters above us to pick up Blaise's body. I still can't look, not even to watch him leave – I feel sick. Harry keeps his hand on the back of my head so that my face stays hidden in his chest. He starts to stand up, but my legs can hardly move. I try to stand, but I'm way to shaken up. It feels like my body is made of rubber.

"Come on Draco." He says, grabbing my jacket to help me to my feet. I still can't stand no matter how much I try to move my legs. My fingers cling to his shirt for dear life since it feels like I'm falling off a cliff.

"I can't, Harry…"

"We can't stay here." He says sweetly, embracing me tightly as if saying he won't leave me here alone.

I don't say anything and just grip onto his shirt tighter until I can feel my hand shake with tightness. He stays quiet and the wind finally dies down. The Hovercraft is probably leaving, but I'm still not looking until Harry tells me it's okay.

"It's gone." Harry says at last, holding me tighter, "Like it never happened."

Slowly, I pull my head back and my eyes immediately dart on over to the spot where Blaise had died. All that remains is my crimson soaked axe lying in a shadow of blood. I gag as I start to picture his death and clamp my hand over my mouth, pressing my face into Harry's chest again with a moan of regret – and also holding back my vomit.

Gently, he wraps his arms around me tighter, pressing me to his chest as he tries to lift me to my feet. I'm still trying to keep up with him, really I am, but it takes me awhile to stand properly and even when I do get to my feet, Harry has to hold me up for support. He takes me back to the boulder slowly, and we're quiet the whole time we walk back. I just keep my eyes locked onto the ground, trying to concentrate on walking like a human being instead of falling to my knees. I can see my legs trembling with ever cautious step I take. Or that could just be my vision going in and out of focus.

When we finally get back to the boulder, I press my back to the oversized rock, hug my legs to my chest and press my forehead to my knees. I don't want Harry to see me cry, so I try to keep quiet. I know he can tell I lost it since I can't control the quiver of my shoulders.

All I feel are his arms around me. "It's okay, Draco." He says calmly, rubbing my head.

I lean against him, and just cry. I don't know what's worse: The fact that my best friend betrayed me or the fact that I took an axe to his face. Both hurt like someone's ripping my heart out and stepping on it with metal cleats, spreading the remaining parts of the organ around the clearing. Harry can tell me all he wants that this wasn't my fault, but it was my weapon that killed Blaise – not his – not Goyle's – mine. It was my fault.

"Harry." I say when I start to calm down. "You have to win." I don't know what brings me to say this to him. Maybe the realization that I really can't go on any farther after what happened. Right now I don't care. I don't even care if Harry finds out about Hermione anymore. Nothing matters. I just want to die.

"What?!" He says pulling away from me quickly like I'm a disease. That's the exact reaction I was looking for. But the pain in his eyes is ripping me apart. "No! Draco-" His voice is thick, but I don't let him finish.

"I can hold Goyle off long enough for you to get away. I can even weaken him somehow to make it easier for you. Once he kills me, you kill him."

"Draco! No!"

I ignore him. "We'll stay hidden for a little while longer. Marcus, Ron and Pansy can deal it out themselves. Until they die, we hide and then look for Goyle…"

"Draco-"

"Or maybe we can-" He yanks me back by my shoulders to look at me and I stop talking, staring at his face as his expression begins to turn into anger. I'm completely shocked by this since I wasn't expecting him to slam my back against the rock, but I guess it's all just from anger and fear that's been building up inside of him for 18 years.

"You're not dying for me!" He yells, shaking my slightly. I look at him in shock, seeing the pain rise in his green fire eyes.

"No one else is giving their life for me – no one! Not even you – especially you!" His voice is breaking and I can't do anything but just look at him. God, please don't cry.

"I've lost everyone in my life – everyone!" His green eyes start to get glassy, and his fingers grip tighter into my shoulders making me wince in pain a little bit. I'm still speechless, but he's hurting me. Still, I say nothing. He looks at me with concern and gently pushes my messy bangs away from my eyes, his fingers contracting from my shoulders. I feel a bit of relief edge away from me. I guess he can tell he lost control of himself. "You're all I have left." His voice is small and slightly tight with fighting back his emotion.

I swallow and keep my gray eyes locked on his green ones, "I'm not letting the Games take you away from me too." He says, moving his hand to the side of my face.

I manage a softly smile as I put my hand over his, "But you need to win this. You can go home. Ginny will be glad to have you back, right? Can you imagine if The Boy Who Lived won the Games? You'll be more famous then you already are, Harry." Even I can hear the hurt in my tone at the mention of Ginny being with him.

To my surprise, he shakes his head, "I don't want Ginny and I don't want fame."

"But-" I try to say, but I'm cut off when he takes my face in both of his hands and pulls me closer.

"I just want you." He says softly, brushing hot air against my lips. "And I can't have that if I win without you." Why does he have to do this? He's making me feel selfish, like I want him to win for my own benefit.

"We can't both win. You know that – and they won't let that happen. We'll be killed if we try…" I say.

He kisses me lightly and hugs me to his chest. "We'll think of something." I shut my eyes and just take in the sound of his strong heartbeat. I'm not arguing anymore, it's pointless. I don't care what he says, I'll find a way to make him win – he has to…

The next morning, I wake up with my head rested on Harry's shoulder. At first I panic since I don't see him right away, but once I hear the sound of his heart beat I relax. I push off of him tiredly, and slowly, still half asleep. But before I can even sit up all the way, I feel him grab my wrist and I jump slightly at his touch.

"You're not sneaking off again, are you?" He says sleepily, blinking his eyes hard like he's got a piece of dirt in them. Those contracts must be starting to hurt by now.

I turn to him and smile, "No. I'm not going anywhere." I say.

Suddenly he sits up, eyes straining on me with concern, like he just noticed something obvious and is trying to figure out why he didn't see it before. He gently grabs my neck. I jolt back, feeling a shock of pain where his right hand is, which is inches below my jawline.

"What happened?" He asks gently.

"What?"

"You're bleeding, that's what."

I almost forgot that Blaise managed to cut my neck while we were fighting. Just thinking about him makes me shift uncomfortably. I push Harry's hand away and use my own, still bandaged hand, to cover up to the cut myself. "It's nothing. Just a scratch." He looks like he's about to argue to this so I just stand up, cutting him off.

"How about I do the hunting this morning?" I say as I bend down to grab my still bloody axe near my backpack. Harry must have taken it back with us last night without me noticing.

"Draco-"

"Good idea, I'll hunt!" I say, interrupting. I wish he'd just stop worrying so much for me. Although, if he didn't worry so much I would be dead by now due to my own cowardliness and stupidity.

"Fine." He says harshly, standing up and taking his spear that's leaning against the boulder.

I look at him with confusion, "What are you doing."

He swings his backpack over his shoulder casually, "Coming with you?" Is that sarcasm I hear? I blink with no emotion on my face. Does he seriously think I can't handle myself out there?

"What, so you think after you snuck off on me last night I'll let you go out there alone? I'm coming with you." He says with a half-laugh, handing me my backpack.

I roll my eyes, "Fine…" I snatch the backpack from his hand roughly and swing the thing on my back as we start walking together. After a few steps I hear Harry laugh again, "What'd I do now!?" I say irritated, turning to face him.

"Nothing, nothing. You're just-"

"Just what?!"

He looks at me with a smile that makes my face go straight. "You're adorable, that's all." He says, "And I'm not letting you get our food, believe me when I say: we'll be out here all day, maybe a month if you do."

"What!? What are you implying, Potter?" He jumps slightly at the sound of his last name. I haven't used it in a while and it even sounds weird to me when it's coming out of my own mouth.

"It means having you doing anything the 'Muggle way' means we starve to death. Goyle would probably end up finding vultures picking at our flesh by then." He says with humor to his voice. I know he's just kidding and trying to lighten the mood, but after what happened last night I'm not up to laughing or even smiling.

"Oh, I see how it is!" I hold up my axe, "You taught me how to use this! I can throw my axe just as easily as you can through your stupid stick!"

"Spear." He corrects, pointing the thing at me. "And it's going through your skull in a minute." He smirks, still joking around.

"It's a pointy stick! Get over it!" I say, pushing the weapon away from my face with the back of my hand. "And I won't make us starve! I can hunt too, you know."

"Clearly…" He says sarcastically with a smirk. "I'd love to see you last in a zombie apocalypse."

What's that supposed to mean? I narrow my eyebrows at him and he snickers, I guess seeing the slight anger in my eyes, "Lighten up, I'm only teasing!"

"Yeah, well if I were a zombie, yours is the first brain I'm eating."

The sides of his lips twitch as he tries to hold back a smirk. I huff, a bit annoyed. "I'm not in the mood to joke around, Potter." I walk ahead of him.

Suddenly I feel his hand on my shoulder and he pulls me back to look at him. "Okay, listen…" He says; his humorous tone replaced with a deep, serious one. "All joking aside, you're a bit clumsy with weapons when you're under pressure, and I just don't-"

"Clumsy!?" I echo, cutting him off.

"Draco, when you panic too much or get angry, you're not paying attention to what you're doing. You might accidently hurt yourself or even me."

At the even me part the anger leaves my face, allowing the tense muscles to relax, and I just look away, feeling slightly guilty.

"Just, let me get the food… Okay…?"

I sigh in defeat, thinking about what I did to Blaise. I nod curtly, "Okay…"

He kisses the top of my head and moves his hand to the side of my face, causing me to look up at him. "You're a good fighter… But I just don't want you getting hurt for a stupid reason." I guess he can hint the hurt in my tone…

I just nod and let him walk ahead of me. Meanwhile, I pick on the rest of the mint leaves I still have stashed in my backpack. Before I put the next one in my mouth, I take a look at the thing. Maybe I can search around for these, since I feel completely useless following Harry around the clearing doing absolutely nothing.

I start to walk off in a different direction and Harry catches me right away, "Where are you going?" He snaps. I freeze up like I'm guilty of a crime.

I hold up the leave in my hand, "I'm gonna look around for these. I'll stay where you can see me."

He walks up to me and snatches the leave out of my hand like he's preventing me from eating it as if it's poison. "Harry, it's fine." I say irritated rolling my. "I've been eating these for days. I'd be dead by now if they were poisoned."

"Fine." He says. "Stay close, okay?"

I wave my hand to dismiss him "Yeah, yeah." I say turning my back on him to look around. I use one of the leaves I still have for reference to what I'm looking for. I can even tell by the smell of spearmint that I got the right thing, anyway.

Suddenly, I jump up at the sound of movement. Harry, who's nearby, must have heard it too since he's immediately at my side.

"What was that?" He whispers cautiously, holding his spear up.

I press my back to his so we have a better view of our surroundings.

"Ouch!" I hear a high pitched voice say in aggravation. I look in front of me to see a small person stumble out from the thick underbrush. My heart does a summersault in my chest, and my eyes grow wide. I can even feel my blood go cold at the sight of her.

I lower my weapon, "Pansy!?" I say in shock.

She gasps at the sound of her name, but immediately calms down when she sees me. Wow… she looks so beat up, like she recently got out of a pretty rough fight. Her face is stained with dirt and a bit of blood. There are some cuts on her face and her hair is slightly matted. At the same time, she still manages to look… beautiful…

"Draco!?" She says, a big smile snaking onto her lips.

She runs into my arms and I hug her tight, like I haven't seen her in decades.

"My God, Draco! You're okay! I'm so glad you're okay!" She exclaims, her voice slightly shaky with excitement. Or she could be crying.

I've never been this happy to see her face, even though it is covered in dirt and blood. I got Pansy back. Even if it's for a short while – I got her back.

"Oh, well, it's nice to finally see someone that isn't trying to kill you, Draco." Harry says, now standing at my side. Pansy and I pull back and she eyes him sarcastically like he's scum, "Oh…" She says unpleasantly. "I forgot this bastard was still alive. Hello, Potter… I hope you're taking care of this one."

"At first I was a whore. Now I'm a bastard?" He clutches his right hand over the left side of his chest, as if his heart was aching, but I can tell he's just being sarcastic and childish. "Ouch…"

"You're many things…" Pansy says, "Would you like to hear the rest? I have compiled a list."

Harry snorts, "I've made one for you too." He pauses to allow a smirk to snake onto his lips, "Bitch-"

"Okay!" I butt in before this gets ugly, and judging by the look on Pansy's face she looks as if she's about ready to bite Harry's throat open with her teeth. "I think that's enough."

"Well, anyway… Are you taking care of my Draco, Potter?" Pansy taunts.

Harry ruffles up my hair like I'm a little kid, "Oh, I am." He says with a bit of mystery to his voice. "But he's not yours, missy." I roll my eyes only to have them shoot open when I feel his hand move down my back and grab my ass. I pin my back up straight with shock and shove Harry in the stomach with my elbow. He coughs but still manages a laugh. I got him to move at least.

"Anyway…" I growl, fighting the urge to punch him after what he just did. Even though I don't want to admit I liked it, I did… If Pansy weren't here right now I wouldn't care, but she is, and I can tell by the look on her face that she saw Harry's perverted little act.

"How'd you manage to get rid of Goyle? What happened?!" I say, eager to hear her side of the story. I've been wondering this since the night I left her.

She takes her fire filled eyes off of Harry and shoots them up at me, the anger leaving her face, immediately, "Goyle overheard our whole conversation. After you left, I forced myself to get some sleep and the next thing I knew he was shaking me awake, screaming, 'where's Malfoy!' and 'what happened? Where is he?' Long story short, I told him I fell asleep and had no idea where you went off to. I got away from him just in time and as I was running I heard the cannon. When I looked behind me," She stops for a moment when her voice gets shaky with fear and sadness. Before she continues she takes a quick shaky breath, "I just saw Crabbe hit the ground – blood everywhere – as Goyle ripped his back open with his sword." I hear Harry gag in sickness next to me and see him wrap an arm around his waist. Even I begin to feel nauseous. Pansy sighs and whips some blood off of her face from a small cut under her left eye, "As you can see, it wasn't easy to get away from him. The allayment has been broken ever since."

Harry and I share nervous glances, and I can tell by the sudden pale look on his face that Pansy's story made him feel ill. I swallow hard and turn back to her, "Do you know where Goyle is hiding?"

She shakes her head and I hear Harry sigh, "I don't. If I had to guess, he's probably by the Cornucopia. If not, he can be tracking me right now."

"What about Marcus?" I ask.

She shrugs, "He ran off while I was fighting Goyle – the coward. He could be anywhere."

"And… Ron?" Harry asks nervously, stepping forward as if asking a very deep and personal question.

Shockingly, Pansy doesn't give him attitude, but a bit of sympathy. "Sorry, Potter. Haven't seen him either." Harry lowers his head mournfully, his black hair falling into his eyes. I can tell he's worried about Ron and I rest my hand on his shoulder to reassure him that Weasley is still okay. But he doesn't even respond to my touch. Pansy now turns to me, "…Blaise…" She says, trying to point out his death with just the sound of his name. I take my hand off Harry and just look away with guilt flooding every bit of me. Harry doesn't reply either, but he does pick up his head emotionlessly.

"You should come with us." Harry says at last, but a bit dully, "You'll be safer."

"You sure, Potter? I won't be interrupting your little fantasies about Draco will I?"

I shift uncomfortably and take a side step away from Harry before he attempts to grope me again. But I can tell he's too upset to try it.

"As long as you're not in them, it's fine." Harry says, still sounding hurt. Now I'm wondering if Weaslebee is okay. "Harry-" I start quietly, only to have Pansy giggle and hug my arm to cut me off, "Come on, Dray! I'll help you pick some leaves."

"And I'll go hunt. Have fun." Harry says before shooting a glare at Pansy, "Although, I'm watching you."

"Oh, relax, Scar head."

I say nothing and just look around the clearing with Pansy. We're quite for the most part, until I find a patch of leaves that look similar to the mint ones, although they're slightly bigger in size. They don't smell like spearmint, but I still pick some up.

Before I can even store them in my backpack, Pansy grips my wrist, "Draco! Put these down!" She snaps, and I quickly release the leaves like they might grow thorns and stab ever inch on my hand.

"Why?!" I say nervously.

"Don't just pick something if you don't know what it is!" She picks up the leaves to examine them, "I'm not an expert in wildlife, but I'm guessing these are poisonous. The color looks weird to me."

"…The color green?" I say sarcastically.

"Hey, if you don't want my help we can test it out. Have Potter eat one and if the cannon fires we have our answer."

"Not funny." I say. She puts the leaves down only for me to pick them back up.

"What are you doing?" She asks cautiously.

"We might be able to tell the difference." I shoot her a suspicious glance, "But Goyle probably can't." I put the poisonous leaves in my backpack and help Pansy gather the mint ones before we and head to the boulder.

On our way there, we meet up with Harry who looks like he caught another rabbit since there's something bloody, furry and motionless hanging onto his spear.

"Oh, Potter, you are useful for something!" Pansy taunts, giving him a pat on the head like he's a puppy with flees, making his messy black hair even messier. Harry looks rather annoyed, like he's about to rip her head off her shoulders. His expression makes me smirk slightly though.

"Anyway…" Harry says, pushing Pansy aside with his spear, the rabbit caress gently brushing against her shoulder making her shriek in astonishment. "Oops…" Harry says nonchalantly.

"You did that on purpose!" Pansy exclaims, trying to get some blood and fur off her jacket.

Harry shrugs, "Nothing you can proof." He practically shoves the dead animal in her face, but she jumps back quickly before it can even touch her. "Just cuddle with it. It even smells God-awful like you do."

"Potter, you're pig! Draco, do something about this boy!" Pansy exclaims shoving Harry's shoulders so he can get away from her.

"Harry. Stop…" I say with a hard stare up at him. He lowers his spear and looks at me. "Just having a bit of fun…" He says. I look up at him since I'm sitting down on the rock and lean back on my elbows, "Not the best time." I say.

The anger leaves Harry's face and replaces it with a sweet smile, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes." Pansy says, just when I open my own mouth to speak. Harry growls from the back of his throat and rolls his eyes at the sound of her voice. I can't help but smile in amusement. Behind Harry, I can see Pansy grab my backpack that I left to sit on the rock. As she's rummaging through it, Harry sits down next to me, leaning his spear against the boulder.

Finally, she pulls out some of the poisonous leaves for Harry to examine. "Draco found something that might be useful." She hands the leaves to Harry and he takes them from her rather roughly, eyes still burning like green fire.

"Well, guess I'm keeping them now." He says.

"Why!? I found them…" I say.

"And you expect me to trust you with something poisonous? You probably through they were edible, knowing you."

"He did." Pansy says.

I roll my eyes and look away from them, "Fine, they're yours."

"Good." Harry says, putting them in his own backpack, "Now, we need firewood." He starts to get up, volunteering himself, only to have Pansy object, "I'll get it, it's no big deal." She says.

"You sure?" Harry asks, actually sounding a bit concerned, but I can't ignore the hint of suspicion on his face. Although, after everything he's been through I don't blame him for not trusting anybody.

There's no way I'm letting Pansy go out there by herself and I jump to my feet before she can say another word, "I'll go with you."

"No, Draco, it's okay. I won't be too far, besides you need a break. Help Potter stay look out, I'll be back soon. You guys both did enough already. I wanna help too." She starts to walk away, but I snatch her wrist in my hand, "I'm going with you, Pansy…"

"No…" She gives Harry a soft look before leaning up to kiss my cheek, "Even though I hate him… you belong here."

"But-"

"I'll be back before you know it!" She cuts me off and I don't even have time to stop her since she darts away from me. "Pansy-" I say, about to run after her, but Harry grabs my shoulder.

"She'll be fine, Draco, she made it this far in one piece."

I don't even look at him; instead, my eyes follow Pansy, trying to figure out how far she's going. I figured she'd stay close to the river so she can find her way back, but she cuts through the forest and soon I can't see her at all.

I start to panic, "She took the wrong turn. Harry, I'm going after her."

"Draco!" Harry says, grabbing both my shoulders, making me stop in my tracks to look at him, "You can't hold onto her forever…" If only I could. But I know Harry's right. I just got Pansy back and I don't want to lose her yet – maybe that's why I'm so protective of her.

I nod, dropping my gaze from him. He kisses the top of my head and grabs my bandaged hand. "I told you, we'll get through this. Maybe Pansy will too." I swallow hard and grip onto my right arm, just inches above where Harry's holding my hand, but I say nothing.

"Hey…" He says calmly, grabbing my face to look up at him. "Trust me… Okay?" That's the thing, I do trust him. I think I trust him a little too much, actually. I say nothing, and just press my forehead to his shoulder as I wrap my arms around his back. He doesn't even hesitate to wrap me up in his own embrace. Something about this hug calms me. Maybe it's because I feel safe with him, even though everyone is hunting us down, trying to kill us both. But right now, I feel secure, and this is the best feeling I've felt in a while.

It still bugs me, though. Knowing that Harry thinks we can both win this stupid thing, but doesn't realize that's impossible. First of all, we're from different houses. If we tried to win together, we'd end up doing something sever that defies against the Capital – probably end up getting killed anyway. I guess dying with him is better than dying without him, though. I'd rather get my limbs cut off or be tormented by the Capitol rather than letting Harry die.

We stay in each other's arms for a while until I suddenly push away from him at the sound of a scream – Pansy's scream. No – oh, God no. I knew I shouldn't have let her go by herself! I feel my heart sink and my legs get wobbly with fear at the thought of her being in trouble.

"No…" I say under my breath.

"NO, STOP-" I hear her yell in the distance, but her cry for help turns into a scream, like someone suddenly tried to hurt her to get her to stop yelling in agony. "DRACO!"

My whole body shakes at the sound of her desperate cry and the pain in her voice when she screams my name. "Pansy!" I say back, my voice breaking with nervousness. I don't even wait for Harry to object and I just start running in the direction I saw her disappear before.

"Draco – no!" Harry yells from behind me, but I don't stop. I know he's chasing me, but I won't let Goyle take her away from me.

"Draco, help!" She sounds close – very close, and I can even hear Harry gaining up on me which only gets my feet to move faster. "Pansy! I'm coming!" I pant in fear, not allowing my legs to stop.

Now, finally, ahead of me, between a few trees, I can see her. She's pined to the ground with someone on top of her… Goyle… Something makes me skid to a stop. I don't know why, but I can't move. Everything around me slows down and goes silent. The only thing I can make out is the very faint echo of Pansy screaming my name. I'm frozen in shock. My legs won't even budge.

Then, finally, my hearing starts to come back when Pansy screams, practically at the top of her lungs, "DRACO, PLEASE, DON'T LET HIM KILL ME!"

Harry's caught up to me now and just before he can grab me; I dash over to her, ready to behead Goyle even if I left my axe back at the boulder. I'm so angry and scared right now, I can probably kill him with my hands. He will pay for this. Just the fact alone that he's scaring her sends an electric charge of pure hatred for him right through me.

She's screaming and as I get closer I see that monster smirk. He uses a free hand to take one of Pansy's knives from her vest and just before I run to stop him, I feel Harry grab my waist, pulling me back.

"No!" I scream, voice cracking and heart lurching as I watch Goyle shift the knife in his hand, readying to stab her. Pansy's still squirming and screaming in agony. "No, Goyle, Please!" She says desperately, squirming from under his hold on her.

"Draco, stop! You can't do anything for her now, let it go!" Harry says, but I ignore him and try to wiggle my body out of his tight grasp as he's pulling me back. My boots dig into the ground for extra footing, trying to fight him off, but my legs are too shaky to hold my balance. I know the thought of me jumping into this fight to save her is stupid. That's what Goyle wants. He doesn't want to kill her – he wants to kill me. He's just using Pansy as bait.

Goyle gives me an evil smirk, more vicious then I've ever seen, like this was something he had planned and finally gets to show it to the world. The cameras are on us. I can feel it. I can just see my father's disappointed face as he watches this horror show.

Pansy strains her head back to look at me, a painfully sad look on her face, like she's completely given up. I look at her in fear, trying to shove Harry off. "I love you." She says, tears running down her dirt and blood stained face. Suddenly her whole body freezes and she gasps loudly, eyes still fixated on me. Her teeth grit in pain and my eyes trail down to her stomach where a big circle of blood is starting to form through her vest, and stretch across her torso.

Goyle stabbed her… right in the stomach.

For a second my whole body goes numb in shock, but when I start to feel Harry drag me back, I continue fighting, "NO! PANSY!" She's still alive, though. Maybe there's still a chance. If I can just shake Harry off… I'm not giving up yet.

I know I'll be slaughtered like a helpless animal if I try to stop this, now, after it's gone way too far. But I can't let this monster kill the only other person that ever meant something to me. I had to watch Blaise die in vain, but not Pansy. Oh, God, not her…

Her breathing starts to pick up speed and blood begins to run down the sides of her mouth like a river. Oh, please just stop. Why can't that be me instead of her? This isn't fair. And all I can do is watch – just standing here in Harry's arms watching her die. No one can possible know what this is doing to me.

"GOYLE, I'LL KILL YOU!" I scream, trying to get at him, but Harry's got my arms down tight.

"Oh, I'm not done yet, pretty boy." He says, a demon like sneer on his face.

Not done? What more could he possibly do this poor girl that's dying right from under him? I spoke too soon. He roughly rips open Pansy's vest, the extra knives that are attached get flung to the ground in the process. "No…" I say, voice breaking. Now, I notice that tears are running heavily down my own face. He holds the knife up to the left side of her chest, and I get a sudden and heavy sick feeling in my stomach. I know exactly what he's about to do and I can't look away, even though Harry is forcing my head from sight.

"Goyle… Please…" He looks at me with an evil, triumphant look on his face. He knows he got me – he knows that he finally managed to get inside on my heart and tear it shreds. He broke me. Just like he wanted. "I'll do anything you want. Kill me – take me – just please… stop this…" My vision becomes blurry with tears but I can still see him grinning. "Don't hurt her anymore. You've done it okay!? You snapped me in half! What you want from me now? You want me to give up – because I already have, Goyle."

"We all have to die, Draco. So does she." He sneers.

"Do we? Goyle, please just stop this. They changed you. This isn't who you are – you let them own you!"

He gives me a hard look, but Pansy's gagging and gurgling sounds bring his attention back to her.

"We're friends, Goyle." He looks back up at me and I can feel Harry yanking me back harder. He says something in my ear. It sounded like give up, but I just ignore him. "Don't you remember anything?"

"I remember what you are. Death Eater."

"No, Greg. I know that's not what you really think of me. You look at me and you tell me honestly what you really see."

At the sound of his first name, his shoulders drop and his expression goes straight. But only for a second. It's like in that second he just got back every single memory he ever had of us. Because when I looked at him then I saw the friend I met first year. But now… he has his evil look back on that smug face of his, and brings his attention back to Pansy. Her body is twitching in pain now, and I can tell she's almost gone.

I pull hard from Harry but he manages to keep me restrained. "GOYLE, STOP!" Too late. His blade has already dug deep into her chest, causing blood to spit at his smirking face and spill out from the deep and wide wound he's making in Pansy's chest. Now he really does look insane.

"NO!" I keep screaming, but that doesn't do anything. "GOYLE STOP, PLEASE, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?"

"Draco, we gotta go!" Harry yells, anger rising in his tone. Still I ignore him, clamping a severely shaking hand over my mouth to hold back the vomit as I watch this horror show. There's nothing I can do. Nothing. Pansy is screaming, despite the unbearable pain she must be in and I can only feel my heart shatter. "Pansy…" I say into my hand, my tears burning my eyes and blurring my vision. My body starts to give up fighting Harry, but he still holds his arms around me, trying to keep me on my feet since he can probably feel me getting weaker by the second.

I blink my eyes to let the tears run down my face. Now I can see everything clearly. But, God, I wish I couldn't. Goyle's only digging the knife deeper and deeper, twisting and turning it, until he's scraping bone. When he gets the hilt of the knife into the gash in Pansy's chest he tosses the blade aside, no longer needing it, and uses his hands – yes, his own hands to dig them inside the pit he made in her chest, using them to stretch her open. I can hear bones cracking, see blood spilling and spitting every which way. Pansy's gone. Completely gone, but her eyes… They're dead, but still on me.

I gag, trying to fight back the bile rising up in my throat, but I can't turn away. Harry gently pulls me back and I almost fall over. "Draco, we can't stay here!" I shake my head.

Just when I think the worst is over, Goyle reaches a blood soaked hand into her open chest. It looks like he's gripping onto something and finally I see him pull his hand out. My eyes widen huge at what I'm seeing.

In the palm of his fat, crimson hand is Pansy's lifeless heart.

I muffle loudly into my hand, wanting to vomit and scream my head off.

"She said you'd always have her heart, pretty boy." He tosses the dead organ at my feet, making me twitch slightly. "Now it's yours to keep."

No… No, no, no, no, no, this is not happening right now. I didn't just witness this – I didn't see any of this. Pansy's not dead – she can't be dead – she didn't just leave me.

I can't even take my eyes off of her heart… And when the cannon finally fires, I know none of it was a dream.

End Part II

AN: Well... Part 2 ends here. I'm sorry this wasn't what you were expecting Pansy's death to be like, but I had to make it tragic for Draco. How he's still holding himself together is beyond me. Poor boy. Anyway, I'm sooo sorry for posting this late... I can't remember when I posted 17, but I assume it was a week ago, I don't remember. School drove me nuts this week, completely cray! Anyway, 18 IS HERE ENJOY! Again, I'm so sorry Pansy! She'll make many apperences in flashbacks in the sequal. (Which will be like Quarter Quell btw. I have it all planed out so no worries!) I'll hopefully get 19 up tonight or tomorrow. Shits going down guys... The finale is coming up soon so brace yourselves. It's gonna be badass.