The golden trio was now a duo, though with the presence of Draco, it could be that the redhead had been replaced. Yes, this might just be the distraction Pansy was longing for. If Draco could consort with the enemy, then so could she.

He was supposed to be the pure essence of light. The savior of his world. Now? He...didn’t know. Oh, he would always fight for those who were good and warm, but goodness and warmth weren’t what he craved anymore. Not anymore.