March 18 th , 2004
He spots her sitting at a table with Weasley and Potter. She's laughing at something one of them said. Must have been Potter, he thinks as she lays a hand on his arm.
Pansy's beside him, though he isn't really paying much attention to her. She's weaving him a beautiful tapestry woven with strands of kind words and flattering sentiments, but he doesn't even glance at it because she's smiling, and Gods above, he can't remember how it feels to smile.
He hasn't smiled in nearly six years, and she throws around her grins at everybody like they're nothing, like it's the easiest thing in the world to do. And they're all genuine. Mother of Merlin, they're all so fucking genuine.
Her teeth are straight and perfect. It's probably the nicest thing he's ever done for her.