Harry had been gone for weeks. She moved about The Burrow, as they called it, quietly as she waited for him. It was just she, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and the occasional Weasley kid or Order member who dropped by now.

Harry had left, and his last request, backed by both Ron and Hermione, was that she have her wand back, and that she be allowed free range of the house.

Mrs. Weasley had taken to her rather quickly, surprisingly quick, as Pansy was keen to fill the time with chores and help around the house, with trying to find something to do other than worry worry worry about Harry.

They had heard nothing, for a very long time.

At night, she returned to her attic room. It reminded her of him, despite it's original intent to be her prison when she had first arrived in the beginning of the summer. Her dreams were a constant worry of if Harry was safe, if he was evading Voldemort and his followers, the people she had turned her back from.

And she was plagued by memories of Draco.

"I don't want to do this anymore," she had sobbed. It was a cold January day and Draco was hell bent on getting that wretched cupboard to work and he was irritable and explosive and she almost felt like she hated him most days.

"It doesn't matter what you want, does it?" His angry dark eyes found hers, and he stood up from where he had bent over a cabinet. She could practically see the steam pouring out of his nostrils as he threw his hands out, knocking over a stack of chairs violently. "You can't back out now!"

"This is to much this time, Draco, and you know it!" Angry tears streaked down her face. "This is too much!"

"Well then maybe I should find someone else who is strong enough to handle it!" He had hissed, looming over her. "Someone who doesn't run away just because things have gotten a little hard!"

Her mouth dropped open and she shrieked, stomping forward and shoving at his chest. "Who else is crazy enough to love you? Tell me! No other girl could stomach things I have done for you!"

"Exactly," he growled, turning away from her to focus on his work. "Get the fuck over yourself and find me that spell book I asked for, and come back only when you aren't going to be so fucking unbearable."

"Pansy will handle it," Draco wrapped his arm around her narrow waist, drawing her closer to him. He reached out and idly stroked her collarbone, his finger dipping low across her chest. "Won't you, darling? You'll take care of that little problem, won't you?"

She had trembled at his touch and that dangerous tone he used whenever he was turned on, he knew what it did to her.

"Of course my love," she had purred, feeling almost drunk, as he nibbled on her earlobe, forcing her to gasp.

"Then go on, I'll make sure to thank you extra well after," Draco had helped her stand up in her delirious lust-ridden state, giving her a swat on the bum. She had smiled, drawing her wand, and exiting the train car as she made her way toward her victim.

In the late winter, they asked her to seek shelter with Ron's older brother, the one who had been married, Bill, and his wife the half-Veela, Fleur.

Mr. Weasley was being tailed from his work at the ministry, and they had noticed a presence around the wards set up around the home.

She had agreed reluctantly, she told Harry she would be there waiting after all, but Mrs. Weasley had assured her gently that she would be able to come back soon.

So she had gone, and had been surprised to find Ron meekly avoiding her gaze at the kitchen table.

Weasley had made himself into a coward, and she stifled the urge to glare at him, which is what she would have done before. Now she just looked at him with pity and as much revulsion as she could muster, because the new Pansy didn't like disloyalty, especially in regards to Harry.

"I guess you can see I messed up," Ron caught her off guard one night in the hallway between their rooms.

"You left them," she said simply.

"It was complicated," he protested and she raised her eyebrows.

"I would give anything to be able to go with Harry and help him, is all I'm going to say," she said finally, choosing her words carefully. "You threw that away."

"I was a jealous fool," he admitted, tips of his ears turning red.

"So just make it better, then," she said before returning to her room.

Ron left a day later, without a trace. She had smiled.

It was early spring when Harry, Ron, Hermione, a goblin, a wand maker, Dean Thomas, and Luna Lovegood from school arrived outside the cottage on the shore where Bill and Fleur were living.

Pansy had run across the sand toward them, only skittering to a stop when she saw that Harry held a dead house elf in his arms, looking devastated.

"Harry," she said tentatively, and he looked up, tears in his eyes, and handed the body of the elf to Hermione before standing. He strode over to her quickly, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug, burying his face into her neck as he sobbed silently.

"I'm sorry," she ran her hands soothingly through his long hair.

"I missed you," his lips pressed against the pulse in her neck.

Harry was certainly changed from his time away from her; she worried that it would be different after so much time apart, but if anything it seemed to drive them closer together. He was silent, haunted almost, and it worried her, but when she brought up her concern he brushed it aside and would pull her back down into the bed they had taken to sharing.

"I thought about you every day," he murmured one late night. He had awoken them from a nightmare.

"I missed you every second," she kissed his head from where he was resting against her breasts.

"You know we are leaving again, right?" He asked her and she nodded against him.

"I told you I would wait, didn't I?" she said gently and watched him smile in the darkness.

Only a few short weeks had passed before they had risen one evening from dinner as patronus' arrived by the army, and battle was announced.

Pansy had taken one look at Bill and Fleur and asked, no demanded, that she would be going with them. Harry needed her. They couldn't say no even if they had tried to force her to, and they didn't dare try.

And she had pretended otherwise, as she fought alongside Harry's side at Hogwarts, that she did not recognize former friends, classmates, family, people she had known her whole life. If someone said something to her, she stared at them blankly, impassively, and did what she could to push them back, to stun them and knock them aside and out of her way so she didn't have to think about it.

This was the end, the end of everything, and she wanted it to be her new beginning after it was over.

And then it was over.

"I loved you, so much, Pansy," his voice was broken, shoulders sagging. Draco was disturbingly thin, his cheekbones more prominent, eyes with hollows beneath them. "I still love you, even though I hate you. It wasn't enough though, was it?"

They were standing in the Great Hall. Voldemort had fallen, Harry was just as good as their new Lord and savior, and she was finally free.

Draco had, interestingly, turned and sided with Harry at the end.

"No," she felt a tear roll down her cheek, her heart aching. "It wasn't. Your love hurt, Draco, our world, and our choices…it hurt. Loving me was something, but our actions and our choices…that was what was wrong with it."

"You loved me, too, didn't you?" His lip trembled and she watched him try not to cry.

"Without a doubt," she smiled despite herself. "You were my first love."

"But now you love him," his gaze fell on Harry, across the hall, was talking to Hagrid and pretending like he wasn't watching them.

"Yes," she said simply.

"Why do you love him?"

She watched Harry brushed his hair from his eyes. His glasses were cracked, and dusty. He looked tired, and their eyes met. She smiled gently. "He protected me even when he hated me, even when everyone told him to stay away from me. He loves me even though he knows what I've done, and he believes in me. He makes me want to be better."

She sensed more than saw Draco flinch at that. "Oh, Draco, loving him has nothing to do with you. I love him because I do, because I fell in love with him in a very different way than I fell in love with you. Why does it have to be a comparison? Why does there have to be a bigger reason other than I love him, and I once loved you?"

"You chose him."

"Yes I did, and I would every time. I just know in my heart…its Harry; it's always going to be Harry. It doesn't make it any less sad, to let you go, but I know this is how it is supposed to be."

Draco took a shuddering breath. "I meant what I said, that I hate you. I do, truly, but…I still love you enough to want you to be happy. So go on, Pansy, be happy."

"Thank you, Draco," she walked over and hugged him before she could stop herself. He stiffened for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, squeezing her tight. She felt tears falling from her eyes as his shoulders shook. "Please, be happy too."

Draco didn't say anything as he extracted himself from her. His eyes trained on her face, almost as if he were studying it, committing it to memory, before he turned on his heel and left the Great Hall.

Harry found her a few moments later, his hand taking hers easily, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Are you okay?"

She turned to look into his beautiful green eyes, pure and safe and him…

"I'll be okay," she smiled, squeezing his hand tighter. "I'm ready to start living now."

"Oh, and what a beautiful life you are going to have, Pansy Parkinson," he kissed her temple. "What a beautiful life."

She smiled despite herself.

"I love you," he breathed against her ear. It was Christmas break and they were on holiday with their families. She had snuck into his bedroom that night and they had taken each other's virginities.

"I love you, too, Draco," a tear had fallen down her face as she smiled. "So much."

"It's you and me, forever, Pansy Parkinson," he had murmured sleepily against her skin, his arms tightening around her. "Never forget that."

AN: I struggled with this for a long time, but this is the ending of Unremembered. I hope it was worth the wait, but I needed this out of my system so I could work on other things. Thank you for reading.