In the Dark
@cursed-and-chosen
Pansy had been following Draco for the better part of two weeks, taking on more than her fair share of evening rounds and, unexpectedly, winning friends with the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw prefects whose rounds she’d offered to take.
Her seeming altruism, however, was all in selfish pursuit of discovering whether or not Draco had been lying to her about finally making their relationship public. He’d promised to call her his girlfriend long before purchasing tickets for the Hogwart’s Express which would take them to their 6th Year at Hogwarts. But since arriving, the Slytherin prince had been, for the most part, largely absent.
And Pansy was worried.
She knew he was in the secret room but she had no idea what he was doing. This was the eighth night she’d stood in the shadows, waiting for him to emerge. For weeks, her concern grew as Draco became thinner and the circles under his eyes darker. He was more irritable than ever and she’d found her nights standing sentinel had become her quiet thinking time. She’d carved out this time and space to calm herself from the worries for him.
Tonight, however, there was something else in the air.
Pansy could have sworn that earlier, right before she’d taken her familiar spot in the corner of the hallway, that she’d passed someone, or something, invisible standing next to the suit of armor just a few feet away. Her gaze had traveled between the wall and the armor for nearly ten minutes, waiting for..... something.