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[verus_draconis]

Who? Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson
What? Catching up.
When? GrownHP when Pansy comes back.
Why? Because Draco should know nothing could hold Pansy back - not even a little thing like death.

Draco,

I can not explain how or why, but I am here. I did not seek you out when I first returned because I was told you were with our Capella. I did not wish to

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[proudslytherin]

She was in her house sitting Indian style while lazily strumming a guitar that had belonged to an old boyfriend. Pansy wasn't good at it, but she knew a song or two. Maybe now that she was back she would learn another song or two. Eventually she would have enough for an ep.

There are some people whose presence is so intertwined with your own that you can feel them approach long before you can see them. There was only one person who was that intertwined with Pansy. A smile played on her lips as she looked up from the guitar and smiled at the man standing in the doorway of her home.

"Hello, Draco."

[verus_draconis]

People were want to say that the eyes were the windows to the soul. Not Pansy's. Pansy's eyes were something else entirely - more like windows to the universe. Draco sometimes wondered how it was possible for so much to be contained in someone so outwardly small.

He didn't stay in the doorway, he couldn't. She was Pansy and she was alive. It was one thing to realize it while alone... there were several times after her death that Draco felt like Pansy was still alive - there were conversations, a few letters ... but it was entirely different with her in front of him. He crossed the room and dropped to his knees in front of her.

"Pansy"

[proudslytherin]

The guitar was discarded in a kind of careless fashion. After all if it got scratched or even broken it could be replaced. The boyfriend it had belonged too hadn't been all that important. She kept the guitar because she liked it; not because it held some sentimental reason.

Watching him fall gracefully to his knees was like lighting a spark inside her heart. Yes, she had felt alive when she saw Severus. Yes, she had felt alive when she was flying for the first time in over a decade. But having Draco so close, so full of life, those eyes holding so many emotions that it felt like the weight of his gaze would slice right through her and reveal the contents of her heart and soul, this was proof that she was truly alive.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she hugged him so very tight. Inhaling the scent of his skin, his hair, everything that made him Draco, she felt like her lungs would burst. "My dragon."

[verus_draconis]

Greedy hands stroked over her hair, touched the side of her face, that slightly square jaw, the curve of her cheek, perpetually too thin shoulders and the same scrawny arms that has always protected him from the world.

"How-" Draco cuts himself off because things like 'how' and 'why' are completely irrelevant. She was alive, real and warm and nothing like the cold shadow of her Harry had brought - his eyes closed and he held her even tighter.

"When-" Another pointless question. Draco shook his head. "Never mind." He swallowed around the tightness in his throat and chest and spoke softly. "Capella has your smile."