Traitors

"You do know what we do to traitors, don't you Miss Parkinson?" Voldemort sneered at the crumpled heap at his feet

"Make them famous and call them a hero?" Pansy Parkinson defiantly answered

"Brave Pansy. Very brave. Very foolish," he sneered, "tell me... why have you decided to betray us??"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Oh? Do we feel particularly suicidal today then?"

"Hmmm, could it be because that whatever happens I'll die anyway?" she sneered back at him with the level of disdain that she was famous for in the days of old. Voldemort laughed cruelly. He was impressed. A worthy prisoner indeed. Instead of cowering or begging as others would, this young woman continued to defy him.

"Worthy of a Slytherin Miss Parkinson. Anyway, amuse me. Why do you help the mudblood filth that fill this world?"

"My, my, aren't we just the evil little hypocrite today...Mudblood."

Her little jab enraged him. How dare she!? How dare she insult Slytherin's only heir. The Death Eaters began to growl and hiss at her, shouting reprimands and threats at her. With a single gesture from their master they advanced on to her petite figure.

"Leave her face. It'd be a shame to harm such a pretty thing." Voldemort calmly ordered. Within seconds they began to hex her, different spells to cause her pain. Some actually used their own limbs to harm her. But all through the torture Pansy Parkinson held her tongue. She refused to scream, blood trickled from her tightly sealed lips and her eyes were hazy from pain.

All through it a man stood at the edge of the group, his fists were tightly clenched and his mask hid the horror he knew showed in his face. He had to keep his expression passive. He knew that somehow Voldemort could always see behind the mask. He forced his facial muscles to soften and go lax, to be expressionless.

"Malfoy," Voldemort gestured to the young man, Draco walked without hesitation to his master's side. A cold hand clasped his shoulder as he watched his fiancée defiantly spitting the blood from her mouth. "Do the honours."

With a little push from Voldemort he walked to the figure that was tied the muggle way on the floor. Death Eaters parted to allow him reach his destination.

"Hello Draco..." Pansy whispered, greeting the man she was supposed to marry were she to live a few more weeks. Pleading eyes greeted her, no one saw as he begged her silently to forgive him. She smiled at him, forgiveness and understanding reflected in her eyes.

"Crucio!" Draco said clearly, no regret or hesitation showed in his movements as Pansy finally allowed herself to scream under her beloveds' torture. Heart wrenching sobs came from her small, pouty mouth. A mouth he had been kissing only hours earlier. Her whole body shook with the pain he inflicted.

He could not stop. Not until his master orders him to. Heart and body conflicted. He begged his hands to lower itself, his inner self was sobbing and retaliating. He wanted... had to stop. Finally, after what seemed an eternity Voldemort stopped his laughter.

"That would be enough Mr. Malfoy. You may stop"

Relieved hands shakily lowered themselves. Horror and grief shone out of his eyes. He didn't care. Not when the woman he loved lay broken in front of him. It didn't matter anyway. He had his back turned to Voldemort who was laughing with glee.

"Where is your courage now? Where is you foolishness now?" he sneered at her, tear filled eyes gazed back at him, it was filled with pure, unadulterated hatred.

"At least I still have my dignity, which is more than I can say for you... Riddle!" her use of him hated muggle name enraged him. With a swish of his wand he transfigured a rock on the ground into a knife

"For that you shall suffer." he said clearly before plunging it deep near her heart, "Let that be a lesson to you all who try to defy me!" he took the knife out of her body with a brutal wrench.

A chorus of pleased murmurs ran through the crowd as they saw the traitor bleed. Her crimson blood soaking her soft, silky robe. Even nearing death her beauty radiated, peace spread through her body.

"Let this be a reminder to you of his cruelty." Pansy's clear voice carried to the farthest Death Eater as she coughed blood

"Draco, I trust you will be able to make the sign?" Voldemort looked piercingly at his protégé.
"Yes master." Draco answered simply. With that Voldemort Apparated, others took his example and disappeared one by one. And as his last comrade went he ran to Pansy's side desperately holding her close to him.

"Oh God, Pansy!" he wrenched his mask off his face and tried to close the wound desperately, gently covering the wound with his own hand

"Hey..." Pansy coughed and more blood trickled out. Draco let go of her wound and searched his robes for his wand

"Shit, where the f..."

"Don't swear"

"Where's my wand, ngh!" he victoriously gripped the wood and pointed it at her wound

"It's useless D, the blade was poisoned I can still feel it burn me inside."

"That's a load of bull Pansy! Just hold on..." Pansy held a weak hand up and cupped his face

"Listen Draco... listen!" she insisted. Finally he looked at her and silent tears ran down both their cheeks. "Ask me. Ask me why I changed sides."

"Why then? Why Pansy?" he covered her pale fingers with his blood covered hand

"They made me torture a child Draco. A small, innocent five year old who was crying for her mum."

"A mudblood..."

"A child Draco!" she insisted, Draco nodded dumbly. "A pretty little blond. She looked just like our child would." Pansy moved her hand towards her stomach

"I'm a father?" he asked with wonder in his eyes. He started sobbing uncontrollably

"Go to Dumbledore, please. Repent Draco. It's not too late. Please? For me?" her eyes pleaded to him.

"Anything for you." He whispered, "Anything for the spoiled bratty princess" she smiled at his use of their usual bantering lines from when they were small

"Good. Maybe I'll see you around in heaven then... Dragon breath..."

"Yeah, pug face"

"I love you"

"I know. I love you."

"I know. Do you promise then Draco?" she asked a final time, her heavy lashes lowered as she started to fade away

"I do..." he kissed her forehead "Sleep, I miss you already."

Pansy smiled once last time and squeezed his hands. With a final sigh she left, gently Draco let go of her hand that still lay on her stomach.

"Morsmodore..." Draco whispered as he pointed his wand to the sky.

He wiped his tears and promised to her, to their unborn child. He held her tighter as he waited for the Aurors to appear.