Rekindled Flames
Draco stormed out of the bedroom, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge and anger. He needed to do something, to make Astoria pay for her betrayal. But as he made his way through the darkened corridors of Malfoy Manor, his thoughts turned to Pansy Parkinson.
Pansy had always been there for him, a constant presence in his life since their days at Hogwarts. She had been his confidante, his friend, and his lover. And now, as he thought of her, Draco realized that he had never truly stopped loving her.
He made his way to Pansy's room, his heart pounding in his chest. He knocked on the door, and when she opened it, he saw the surprise and confusion in her eyes.
"Pansy," Draco said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I need you. I need you now more than ever."
Pansy's eyes widened in shock, but then a smile spread across her face. She reached out and took Draco's hand, pulling him into her room and closing the door behind them.
As they embraced, Draco felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he had made the right choice, that Pansy was the one he truly loved. And as they kissed, he knew that he would do whatever it took to be with her, even if it meant breaking the ties that bound him to Astoria.