Pansyâs emotions were running wild within her chest; unsure which one to let him see first. She had so much to say, to show him from keeping her emotions held so closely to her chest. âThe others.â Pansy gave a small laugh as she let go of his hand. âI was so worried about other things that faking a conversation became second nature.â Pansy sat back against the diner booth, folding her hands on the table top. Her insides cringed when he said he loved the other girl but hid her physical reaction. âI donât blame her. I blame myself after what youâve told me. I need to explain myself to you. I donât care if you want to hear it not. Iâm telling you, Draco.â Pansy said, her attitude starting to return to her normal collected self. âI suppose I always seemed distant around you because I didnât know how to show how I felt, I still donât. Itâs my fatherâs fault. But, you were always on my mind. There was hardly a day that passed when I didnât think about you, or your well being. It got considerably difficult when we were in our sixth year. I remember your head in my lap on the train, and I thought you..ââ Pansy cut herself off, clearing her throat as she blinked, trying to hide the tears that were welling up. âWhat I thought doesnât matter now. I donât expect you to give some sort of verbal answer to all this. I just, I need to tell you.â Pansy swallowed thickly, lifting her hand to swipe under her eyelashes to wipe the tears away. âGrowing up my father was cold and my mother a drunk. It isnât something Iâm proud to admit and I carry a lot of shame within myself. I suppose I leaned on you for support more than you realized, more than I realized and I..ââ Again, she stopped. Her green eyes looked at his face and she could see the boy she loved was a man, a different person. Her heart felt like it was being consumed by a blackhole, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. She felt as if her Draco had died, never to be heard from again. Pansy got up from the booth, taking a few steps before she stopped in front of him. Leaning down, she raised her hand to his cheek, her touch delicate but cold. Pansy pressed her lips to his in a simple kiss, pulling away after a few seconds. â..âand I realized if I didnât do that now, that it would never happen.â She said in a whisper, surprised by her own boldness. âI would very much like to try and be friends with you too, Malfoy.â She said, changing his name to his last, attempting to make a clean break for herself. Pansy knew she needed to if she wanted to truly be friends with him. âDo you mind calling me Parkinson, like you used to? I want to give this friendship a chance and being a bit more formal might help.â