Preface
From the first time I saw him, I knew that I loved him. He was just so handsome. I did everything I could to please him. I talked to Hermione Granger as though she were trash, though deep down I would've liked to be her friend. I begged the Sorting Hat to put me in Slytherin with him. I laughed as hard as I could at his jokes, even though they were completely blockheaded.
I danced with him at the Yule Ball, but did it matter? It was nothing. I thought he would love me the same. But, in the end, he chose Astoria Greengrass, sweeping me away like a used up piece of parchment. That's when I realized that all my efforts were wasted.
Draco Malfoy never really loved me. He only liked me as a friend. I tried so hard, but I've wasted my whole time at Hogwarts trying to please a boy who never loved me. I could've been placed in Gryffindor as the Sorting Hat suggested. I could've been friends with Hermione Granger. I could've found a boy who truly loved me. I hated myself for spending my childhood uselessly.
I never belonged in Slytherin. I was a true Gryffindor at heart. Everytime I thought of this while beside Draco, I push it away and smile though I felt bitter.
But, what can I do now? I've finished school and I'm completely lost.
I'm Pansy Parkinson, nineteen, former Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
END OF PREFACE!
I hope you all enjoy this story! I wanted to have Pansy in a good light, and not the usual nasty Pansy Parkinson.
~Bluefeather