If I get it all down on paper, its no longer
inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to.
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to.
Breathe by Anna Nalick
My family always looked happy to others, but I Pansy Parkinson, know it is not, considering I'm always on the receiving end of all my step-mothers scathing remarks.
"Oh Pansy, you have to marry Malfoy, but if you don't lose that weight your going to look like more of a heffer! He'll never go through with it!" "Pansy, put down that toast, you know what it'll do to you! You don't need to make your current situation even worse!"
I always tried losing weight. I tried anorexia, but I had no will power so it didn't even last a day. I didn't even skip one meal, so that ship had sailed.
I always took bubble baths, so I wouldn't have to view my stomach. I was only 20 or so overweight, but my "mother" always told me to lose more then that.
Malfoy was my only comfort, actually. He honestly didn't care what I looked like as long as I was willing to give him a good snog. So I did, never doing a full make out session of course, which left him very flustered and annoyed, and me highly amused.
Speaking of snogging, thats what I'm doing with Draco right now. I wish he wouldn't press his lips against mine so hard, its getting painful...
I pulled away, gave him a quick kiss right between his top lip and nose, and turned back to my potions essay. He looked at me confused, as if saying, "Why are you stopping so sudden?" I suppressed a giggle. He really looked adorable. His slicked back hair was a mess from my hands running through it. I looked to him, leaned over and pushed some of the hair on his forehead back and kissed him on the forehead, while pressing the rest of his hair back into place.
"How many times have I told you, you should keep your fringe slicked back if your going to attack the rest of you're hair with you're hair gel?" I said turning back to my work once again, he was just so bloody cute it was hard to concentrate, and he knew this, which was why he just looked back at me with an arrogant smirk on his face. I couldn't really see his smirk, but he always smirked so I just assumed...
"Well, it's not exactly my fault its like that." He said in an amused tone.
"Draco, we have to finish the essay, its due tomorrow." I said to him.
"Easy." he said, turning to look at a few 1st years. "One of you, get over here!" He shouted to them. They all were intimidated by him, and who wouldn't be? He was nearly 6 feet tall, and with his father. One of the 1st years, a short auburn haired boy slowly walked up to where we were seated on the leather couch in the middle of the room.
"Y-yes?" He asked in a high pitched voice.
"Write this up." He said with a smirk plastered on his face the whole time. The child took the paper and scurried of to his friends.
"There, now, where were we?" He said, a glint in his eye. I sighed, oh well.
He pressed his lips against mine, once again, only softer this time, with his hand lightly touching my neck. I pulled away again, after about 2 minutes. I gave him a kiss on the forehead, nose, both cheeks and then one on his mouth. I pulled away and he and I just snuggled for an hour or two, then we both went to bed (Our SEPARATE beds, get your mind out of the gutter!)