A/N: Here's 4/50 of the Shuffle Challenge - 'Damn Regret' by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

I didn't this I was ever going to write a oneshot from Pansy's POV but nonetheless, here it is xD

He was renowned as the Hogwarts bad boy, a badass. Of course he was, a Malfoy must have a suitable reputation.

But I know the other side of him. I see his sensitive side, such wisdom and undeniable compassion. I see him when he cries, when he crumbles under the pressures of his heritage, of having to live up to expectations. I know he hates it and I can relate to that.

We all have masks we hide beneath.

But I know he shows me who he really is and for that I trust him with my life and more importantly, my heart.

Often it's impossible to show yourself to someone, letting them know who you really are, that you are in fact quite insane and dying inside, and then having them stick by you, never leave you. It's love. It must be...

He can get a little crazy sometimes and there is this other side to him; the Draco caught in between the two worlds and he doesn't know who to be or how to act.

He makes me do things. Things I don't want to do...

But hey, it's ok right? I mean I am the school slut: 'as easy as they come', 'pimp princess.'

I hate that. I'm not really like that, just like Draco isn't an ordinary Pureblood.

All I ever wanted to do was make him happy; he deserves it. He's in pain.

I know that there are certain things I do that calm him down, make him my Draco again. Kind and caring, so complimentary.

"You look sensational in that bra Pansy."

I would always throw him a confident smirk and lay down on the bed, waiting for him to do anything, everything, he wanted.

It hurt me that he treated me that way. He knew I wasn't really a whore. He knew I had boundaries and I wanted to be respected. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with..." he promised me.

He lied.

He's a man. He wouldn't understand how degrading it is or how it makes me feel about myself. How could he?! He has a perfect body, nothing to feel insecure about.

I didn't care though, however much it hurt me. Seeing him smile and feeling his arms around me after doing whatever to my body was enough to heal any scars he'd inadvertently caused. He didn't mean to hurt me of course.

He wouldn't. He loves me.

To hear him laugh again and see his eyes light up, I don't regret a thing.

Honestly...