For a moment, she simply stood, staring at the body of a woman who had broken one of her best friend's hearts over seven years ago. Pansy could recall, very clearly, the look in Draco's eyes when he had told her that Granger had left. Disappeared without a trace. She could remember how dead he had sounded, how lifeless he had looked, and she could not find it in her to feel pity for the broken woman in front of her who had caused it. But, Pansy knew very well that, even though Granger had also torn a hole through the hearts of her husband and Harry, they both would be devastated if she died. Pansy would do many things for her friends - including hold lifelong grudges against curly headed witches who should stay well and truly gone - but she would do infinitely more for her husband. Even if that meant keeping the bitch alive. With a sigh she felt in her bones, Pansy moved into the kitchen, pulling out various pain and healing potions, as well as a large bowl of fresh water and some rags. By the time she made it back to the living room, Ron was pulling a disheveled Harry and a very grumpy Susan through the Floo. Blaise was on his knees next to Granger, her battered hand held carefully in his, with a distraught look on his face. Pansy gave him a brief look (one he did not see and, if he had, would have fled from) before turning to Susan.