A/N Written for the Weekly Pairings Drabble Challenge.
Prompts: -Lucius/Pansy -Hurt/Comfort
The Grief Of Parkinson
Malfoy Manor always looked more impressive at night. The lights dressed the exterior of the great building, illuminating the beautiful detailing of the walls. The flowers and trees, despite it being dark outside, could still be seen under the starlight, and could still be seen waving to passer-bys as the wind blew its way between the branches, shaking the leaves.
Pansy smiled. She always felt at home here. But it was different this time. It wasn't the usual happy affair she had grown accustomed to over the years. At the age of thirty-seven, she was obviously too familiar with the loss of loved ones. She was one of the only ones left standing in her family now. But this was a loss that was hitting her hard.
. . .
It wasn't but twenty minutes ago that she had found herself on Malfoy property after an owl delivered an incredibly urgent letter to her. She made no effort to hesitate and immediately made her way to the Manor. She knew she didn't have long left and so she had to hurry.
She pushed open the doors to the bedroom and saw a sickly-looking Lucius laying in the bed, silk sheets covering his otherwise bare body. Not another soul was in sight. And it was then that it dawned on Pansy that she was the only one who cared enough about this man to bother showing up. Anger bubbled inside of her but she didn't let it be known; she wanted the last moments with this man to be special.
"Pansy," Lucius rasped, "welcome."
"Lucius," Pansy whispered. She walked over towards him and clasped his hand in hers. "How are you?"
"I'm dying, Pansy. Now."
"Please, Lucius, you can't."
"It's not my choice, dear," Lucius whispered. She could tell that his final moments had arrived. His energy was practically gone, and the light in his eyes disappeared. "I love you," he said.
He passed, and Pansy couldn't cry.
. . .
Lucius' funeral was held a few days later. It was a quite ceremony. Pansy dressed in her finest black robes and stood at the back. She couldn't bear to see her beloved in the state he was in, so she stayed as far away as he could. The only other guest was his son.