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Vengeance

Then the very thing she thought she wasn't to get happened.

She finally had her answer to all the silent 'whys' that kept circling in her head – however, she now wished it had never happened.

For it all boiled down to one word – vengeance.

And she barely knew he existed.

Every word that formulated Smith's Veritaserum-driven explanation drove a stake further into her heart. Listening to him say that she hadn't been the sole target – not in the beginning – only the first, because she had spurned all his advance and done so each time cruelly.

Hearing him detail his plans to one-by-one destroy every Pureblood female in the school – the ones he believed he deserved as a Pureblood from not only an old Wizarding family but one that was directly descendent from Helga Hufflepuff. She listened as he explained his intention had been to kill her that night in the astronomy tower; he wanted her to pay with her life for refusing someone like him.

She sat there frozen as his voice changed from shear hate to emphatic cruelty as he started to tell everyone what changed his plans since his only other victim had been Hermione who had been injured trying to protect and save Pansy. Her ability to breath went soon after as he said that everything changed because she survived. He knew he had left her in no shape to do so but seeing that she had, that made her worthy of him, his family, his name – most of all worthy to carry his child in spite of her supposed transgressions against him earlier.

Ron's hand gripped her own tightly as those words run through the courtroom while her free hand instinctively went to her stomach. Tears started to burn her eyes as Smith related how he waited until that moment, the first moment she was not within Ron's sight or reach to attack again. He had planned to cast the heir charm and plant his child in her but Ron had interrupted him.

Hearing him recount the final attack caused her tears to actually fall as his words provided further confirmation which she had quickly learned, she did not need. Pansy turned into Ron, holding on to him, as Smith continued his tale of trying to get to her in order for her to carry his child.

She forced herself to sit through the rest of his statement, keeping her face buried in Ron's robes. However, her mind, soul, and heart had decided they had had enough and forced the words to drown in the haze she found herself before she could comprehend their meaning.

When the silence was the only thing she heard, Pansy looked up. She took in all the shocked faces and the red eyes looking at her and Ron. Taking a deep breath she stood up and proceeded to walk out.

She was done.