Me, Just Me
Summary: Pansy reflects on who she is. Please R&R. My first one-shot.
They call me the Slytherin Princess, and even though they're right, I can't help but disagree.
I wake up every morning and see the old thing every day. Same bed, same dorm, same friends. The only difference is the boy I find lying in my bed. Can't get enough of it. Tried to stop, but I always fall for the same old tricks and chat up lines. Yeah, I know, the Slytherin whore. But I don't care. At least I get all the attention. They fight and duel over me, call me constantly and yet I've never loved any of them. Shame really, but I can't get head over heels over every boy I see. That's the rules. Be loved but never love back. I'm such a bitch.
The girls love me or hate me but they have their uses. They call me a manipulative, little slag who deserves to die. Tough luck. I always get what I want. Get in my way, and I'll make sure that you'll wish you never saw the light of day. I have my ways. The power that I have over Slytherin house is every one else's dream. And I live it.
How did the pretty and ambitious pure-blood daughter of Sebastian and jade Parkinson Become who she is now, or what other's think of her to be? Black hair, dark eyes, olive –tanned skin, the works. I resemble an Egyptian queen with my tall slim figure and my posture. Who could resist me?
Bella taught me all I know. The curses, techniques and incantations. She raised me to follow her footsteps, to be the next generation of Death-eaters. "You are a female warrior" she told me I believe her.
My knights in shining armour always there, by my side. My bodyguards. Draco & Blaise. So different yet so alike.
One, tall, dark and handsome. The other, Pale, blond and arrogant.
But both share the same goals and ambitions, the same obsessions: Money. Power. Glory. Both want the same thing. Me.
As I light my cigarette and stare at my reflection, I always wonder whether this is the real me.
Who'd ever think that behind these hazel eyes lies me. Just me.