It had been an odd few days for Pansy, including Draco's party--the private one and the surprise. She'd come to many realizations about herself and some of them were difficult to grasp. Like her feelings for Anthony. How she pined for him when they went so long without contact. She didn't like that her life had become so entwined with his that he plagued her thoughts when she should be taking every opportunity she got to be with Draco. Hadn't that always been her dream? And now he dream had changed.
She was currently lying in her bed, not awake but not asleep. Her nights had become restless but her pride wouldn't allow her to reach out for the solution. At the knock on her door, she started sleepily and sat up slowly. Who would be knocking on her door at this hour? Unless...
And then he spoke and she was at the door in moments, having padded barefoot across the room in record-setting time to open the door for him to pull him into her room and out of sight. "Anthony," she scolded, trying to hide how relieved she was that he was here, in her room, "you didn't tell me you were coming!" Her eyes were bright, a betrayal of the effort she was putting into looking nonplussed.
Her hands went to her bare arms as a chill passed through the room. Why she hadn't thought to grab her bathrobe in her haste, she didn't know. But she regretted it now that she was standing here dumbly, internally conflicted in regards to what move to make next. She hadn't seen him in so long!