December 4th, 2005

Pansy sat in the back of the theatre, watching the afternoon rehearsal, as she usually did. Except today wasn't a usual day. She couldn't focus on the fluid motions of the dancers. The sounds being emitted from the orchestra pit. The lights bouncing off of the stage, the curtain, the dancers. Her mind was buzzing with what she had heard at the meeting she had been taken to the night before. Draco was back. And he had kidnapped the Weasley girl.

And Pansy was scared. Selfishly scared. She knew that if Draco thought Pansy knew, he would expect her to go back to him. To him and his aunt. But Pansy really didn't want to. She'd changed since Draco had disappeared. Her life was quiet. And she wasn't the Muggle hating girl that people once knew her as. Hell, most of the people I employ are Muggles, she thought.

Getting up slowly, Pansy walked back to her office. Sitting at her desk, she opened the top drawer, Reaching to the back, she pulled out a picture that was taken at school. Back when nothing really mattered. Back when everything wasn't so wrong. Draco, Blaise, and herself looked back at her. Staring at the picture made her both sad and angry. Why had everything changed? Why did Draco feel a need to leave for so many years? Why did he have to come back? And why did he have to start right back up doing his aunt's bidding?

Throwing the picture back in the drawer, Pansy slammed it shut. No use dwelling. She'd deal with Draco whenever he showed up in her life again.