Draco felt a figure sit down beside him.
“Hermione would smack you round the face if she knew you’ve picked that up again.” a familiar female voice drawled with slight humor.
Draco whipped his head around, to see Pansy sitting beside him. Her short black bob pushed back by a headband, exposing the pity in her eyes. He rolled his eyes and turned to stare out at the lake, taking another drag.
“Pity doesn’t suit you.” he commented.
Pansy sighed. “Draco, don’t be so prickly. I only came to see if you’re alright. Which clearly-”
“I’m not. Yeah.” he finished for her. “My wife is dead, Pansy.”
Pansy grimaced, lighting her own cigarette. “Everyone’s worried about you.”
Draco scoffed, shaking his head. “They’re going to be worried about me for a long time.”
They sat in silence for a few moments, staring out at the still water. Draco was already lost in his thoughts again when Pansy spoke.
“I know I gave you a hard time in the beginning but…Hermione really was wonderful.” she admitted.
“I know that.” he snapped. “And if you think that just because she’s dead now, means you have another chance with me, stop right there because-”
“Draco, stop.” she said shrilly. Pansy sighed, turning her head away so she didn’t have to see his face when she told him.
“There’s something I never told you.”
Excerpt from my newest one-shot. See the other one, here.