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Heaven

Pansy didn't have a lot of faith to begin with. She didn't even believe in a heaven or a hell – just that a person died and went away. Raised as she was in a world of half-lies mingled with masks of clay and iron; one never learns how to trust, let alone have any faith in another person or anything for that matter.

There was one rule that you lived by in the pure-blood society – you only have yourself. Everything else is inconsequential.

She had learned that lesson the hard way chasing Draco Malfoy up and down the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. Pansy had tried so hard to be the girl he would want; to be what her parents wanted her to be – the next Lady Malfoy. Unfortunately, Draco had decided she wasn't good enough for him. She hadn't been pretty enough or cute enough, or smart enough or really anything. There were times that his bitter and hateful words rung in the background as she found herself looking at someone new. However, she found that they protected her. His harsh words kept her grounded in the reality of the world she grew up in – a world where allegiances were made, not relationships. Though there had been young men who would flirt with her or plead for her favors, she did nothing without her parents' permission and that had left her more innocent in the ways of the world under her bitchy facade.

A lot of good it had done her to be the perfect, dutiful daughter.

So right now in the dawning light of the new day, she felt a bit lost. She couldn't explain the comfort she was feeling as she lay in his bed, in his arms. She couldn't explain the peace that surrounded her; a feeling that had escaped her for so long that it had taken her several days in the infirmary to figure out what she was feeling every time she knew he was near.

Turning her head slightly, she took in the face of her angel as he slept. Her eyes followed the strong jaw that was roughened by his morning scuff. The strong Roman nose that fit his face. The scar on his cheek that she itched to touch. To see if it felt the same as her own scars, the ones that only he knew about.

She studied his shaggy hair that was now falling across his face in his sleep. The colour of it, the same as the rising sun; shades of red and gold weaving through every strand. Pansy, until this moment, had never realized just how beautiful it was. How no one could quite create the same colour – though many girls at Hogwarts had tried over the years to get the Weasley red. They just couldn't capture the same natural brilliance of the glowing colour.

Tentatively, she reached out and brushed some loose strands back from his face. Pansy anticipated him to wake but he didn't stir. She grew braver as she let her fingers caress his face. First exploring the scar on his cheek. She marveled at how it wasn't rough and rigid like hers but smooth and concave; making her wonder if her scars with time would feel the same way.

Her fingers trailed along his jaw next. The roughness of his day's growth mixed with the gentleness of her touch almost tickling her. She wondered how it would feel then to have it softly move along places of her body more sensitive then her finger tips.

Boldly, she let her finger move to his lips. She softly moved them along the outside of their line before moving them along the line and then exploring the feel of his lower lip. How it felt soft and surprisingly smooth, so unlike the few men's lips she had felt in her short life time.

Smiling to herself, she gently flattened her palm and caressed his entire face as she wondered how she had never seen him before. She swore to herself that she would always make a point of seeing him every chance she was given.

In a parting gesture, she briefly kissed the tips of her fingers before pressing her fingers to his own lips. Closing her eyes, she pulled her hand away and turned on her side, facing away from him, before pressing her body up against his in attempt to get a few more minutes of sleep before breakfast.

She never saw Ron's eyes finally open, trying to figure out just what the bloody hell had just happened.