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.:: Truth Hurts Worse::.
What the bloody hell was wrong with him? She thought angrily as she tugged her comb through her hair roughly staring at him walk out of her room.
She let go her almost elbow length jet black hair, it fell into place-sitting on her shoulders and cascending from them. One quick brush her bangs were side swept, and nearly covered her left eye.
She glared into the reflection. She had paid a lot of money for her beauty. A lot of bloody money to make her "suitable" for him-because that's what he said he wanted-how he needed the future Mrs. Malfoy to look like!
Gone were her piercing black eyes and here to stay were startling cold grey eyes that changed to a light blue in direct lighting.
Her "pug-like" nose was made just a tad bit larger, so that it was still small, but didn't look as though her face had been squished.
Her thin lips had been enlarged so now they were pink and pouty.
She had worked out all summer so that she was looking perfect-and now she didn't have an ounce of baby phat on her.
Even her face was looking skinnier, her mother's high cheek bones were now prominent...She was made into the woman of men's liquid dreams-she was BEAUTIFUL!
But that wasn't enough was it? No! Millions of galleons gone to waste-because he didn't care. He didn't give a damn!
What had she done wrong? Why had Merlin curse her so?!
She pulled off the large white shirt she had threw on when she and Draco finished, and discarded it on her bed, changing quickly into one of the ironed uniforms she had hanging in her closet.
She held back bile as she finished pulling on her black robes. Her skirt was remarkably shortened and she didn't button the first three buttons. It left little to the imagination.
She hated that she was demeaning herself almost to the point of becoming a slut, just to get Draco's attention. It didn't use to be like this. Where she needed to go to the extreme to get him to look at her like the woman he had said he wanted her to be.
And she knew whose fault it was-that damn mudblood. She had thought at first maybe it was a passing fancy. Granger was like forbidden fruit to him or something. But no, that stupid bushy haired bitch had implanted herself into his brain and now...
She knew she was right. If you couldn't tell from the way he looked at her-you could definitely tell by the way he would speak to her. With that suave seductive voice he had once upon a time only used on her and not some low class bitch.
She applied a layer of lipgloss to her lips, it smelled like fruit, and tasted sweet. She could remember when she and Draco would kiss that he would bit into her lip and let out a low growl that sounded like, "Luscious."
She threw open her door with such force that it made a loud thud when it hit the wall behind it. And startled a first year that was walking by.
She was determined. That was one positive thing you could say about her. And she was determined to get Draco back.
She would do anything for him, but not this-she would not lose him to bloody Granger. And she most definitely would do anything to get him back.
Pansy Parkinson strode out of the Slytherin girls dormitory, through the common room, and out the portrait door with a cold smile on her face and plotting the demise of a certain brunette Gryffindor on her mind.
