A HP Fanfiction
Lunacy
By: kuroneko89
Genre: Angst
Rating: R
Synopsis: It was a mad world we were living in. A confession made by Pansy Parkinson about her world and how people around her interact. Angst, homo, OCand lots of other depressing things.
Disclaimer: not mine
Warning: Angst, homosexuality, and Bad language!
I was a bitch, a slut, an unworthy whore. I slept with anyone – girls, boys, old men, anyone who got themselves captivated with my sinfully sexy body. Poor them. They didn't know what they were in for.
He was a bastard. He hadn't been innocent since he was thirteen – or twelve, even. I never know. All I knew was that the scent of blood would never disappear, and whenever I entered his room, I would always smell it from his divan.
He was a conceited, arrogant prick who didn't know his place. Or maybe he knew. I didn't know. He was so hard to read. His changes in attitudes never cease to make me insane.
Insanity was what this world was all about.
He was a good useable toy, but he wasn't a good ally. He wanted trust from people, but he could never stop himself from betraying.
It was a mad world we were living in.
He was mad. And I loved him. Never in a thousand years would I admit it, but I did love him, and that made me a mad person as well. He would never love me. It was a strange relationship we were in – he confided in me, he knew that I loved him, and he let it be, but he didn't want to get too close to me. I took everything he could give me and seek in others physical feelings to fulfil my needs.
He was such as bastard. Yet, he was lovable. He was loved by many people, including that pathetic hero of our world who couldn't even trust him.
She knew everything. I didn't need to ask her for it. Her coal eyes shone in knowledge whenever she saw us.
In this little mad world, everyone, including her, was mad. But she was different. She didn't let her madness drown her. Instead, she played with it.
I slept with her as well, not because she wanted it. She never wanted anything. I knew that she loved him as well, and she supported him the best she could, but she never asked anything in return. Perhaps that was the reason why he liked her more than he liked me, but nevertheless, that one night told me all. Outside she might be a docile vessel. Inside, she was a passionate lashing snake who could poison many hearts, including one of her faithful husband who loved her.
Things couldn't be even madder, but I supposed they did, when I found out that I fell in love with her. I still loved him, but I loved her as well. She saw it, and instead of playing with it, she kept quiet. She still slept with me whenever I wanted, and I still hadn't stopped sleeping with anonymous fuckers. And he still hadn't stopped betraying people as well. We continued our short lives like this.
I told you it was a mad little world we were living in.