Disclaimer: I do not own any of the harry potters…This is rather random(say that three times fast :P) so forgive the bad gramar....no beda for this one :P lol so hope you enjoy!
Pansy Parkinson was not an emotional person…on the outside, on the inside however was another story altogether.
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I hate myself; I am worthless-I can't go one week without a breakdown of som
e kind whether it is the shakes at night or the crying that comes with mornings. I act like nothing is wrong, that the pain and overwhelming sadness aren't there; and I act like a royal bitch so no one would look closer…except…he did. He looked at me and saw-saw my pain and with his look came pity, pity that I've never had before, that look stopped me mid insult and I glared, unsure of what else to do, "what"…instead of the self assured confidant way of speaking that I was raised to use, my words were tainted with insecurities no one had ever thought I could have.
He didn't answer and took a step closer and searched my eyes as he took yet another step towards me as he held up his hands like he would to approach a wounded animal. I just stared…stunned by his actions. What the hell was he doing?
Too surprised by his actions I didn't even think of stepping away from him as he took the last step to making him and I face to face. He looks at me and does this weird foot-shuffle-look down thing before hugging me, who in their right mind hugs a person who has been taunting and saying cruel things to you for seven years and just hugs them…the golden boy evidently.
And then he does something that makes everything stop; he whispered two words that I've been wanting-no-needing to hear for years. "its okay" and now here I am in a deserted corridor weeping in Harry Pottesr arms and in return I think something so surprising I need to say it out loud. "I'm home?"… "Yes."
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