Pansy had about had it with being left to her own thoughts. She hated what was there and she hated trying to fight it all the fucking time. She fought it when she was sleeping, she fought it when she was awake and everything just made her utterly exhausted.
That was really the only reason she had requested going somewhere dark and noisy. In truth she would have been just fine being anywhere with Draco--he and Fletcher were the only two people she could really handle being around right now--but she was so worried that she was going to look crazy while she constantly battled against her own mind that even being alone with either of them was hard. It wasn't her pride that bothered her, it was the worry she felt coming from them. She'd worried them enough, she didn't want to worry them any more.
Tonight was the first night she'd really gotten dressed up since the abduction. It felt good to look nice again and she was starting to think it was much better than the alternative of pulling on pajamas and taking a dose of Dreamless Sleep before conching out for the night.
She Apparated over to Malfoy Manor and soon found Draco in his father's study. She was saddened by the emptiness of the room, by which she meant the void Lucius had left behind upon his death, but she could help feeling herself give a very tiny smile at the first sight of Draco--Merlin, she loved him and knowing that he was alive and physically well didn't stop giving her a glimmer of hope every day.
But then she notice that something was off. Draco was just standing there, staring straight ahead with his wand half-raise and she panicked. "Draco? Draco, what's wrong?" She took the final few steps into the room and moved toward him, looking concerned.