Hey everyone! This is my new series, or it will be my new series, depending on whether you guys like it. I decided to take a look at some of the little-known girls of Hogwarts. All we really know about them is how they interact with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and that ain't much to work with. The first installment is about Pansy Parkinson, of Slytherin. I hope you like it, and PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! I'm, serious, I really need the feedback.
U-G-L-Y
A Pansy Parkinson Story
He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me…not. Damn daisies! Just one more freaking petal, that's all I ask. Stupid flowers…thought Pansy Parkinson as she lay on the grass. It was almost time for their Care of Magical Creatures class, and Pansy had decided to leave the castle early. She was hiding in a small alcove down by the lake that she had discovered in her second year. Wedged between an old oak tree and some pricker bushes, no one else even noticed it was there. But it was the perfect spot to think. What about? Boys, of course.
Okay, lets see. I've tried playing hard to get, and that didn't work. I tried being his 'pal', and he told me to get lost. I tried acting like those stupid Gryffindor girls, Parvati and Lavender, and that got me a date to the Yule Ball last year. Sounds good to me. Draco is as good as mine. Pansy's mental dialog continued as she stared blindly at the pile of daisy stems on her left and the heap of white and yellow petals on her right. There was pollen on her robs, and grass stains adorning her knee socks. It was not a good look.
Pansy stood up and pulled her compact out of her purse. It didn't have any powder in it (she wasn't really allowed to wear make up, and whenever she did a horrendous case of acne usually followed suit) but it did have a mirror. What she saw reflected in the glass was enough to make her recoil and snap the compact shut. She hated the way she looked, the way her nose turned up like a pug's. The way her eyebrows neatly came together at the bridge of her nose, despite daily tweezing sessions. The way that, no matter what she did, her eyelashes remained short, thin, and brittle. Right about now, the only thing Draco would notice her for was the flaming red zit square on the end of her nose. Will you guide my sleigh tonight? Pansy thought sarcastically to herself as she shoved the compact back in her purse and dusted off her butt.
As she headed up the hill toward Hagrid's hut, she wondered how that oaf ever got the job as their Care of Magical Creatures professor. He couldn't even tie his shoe laces of Potter didn't do it for him. she mused.
The class was already underway when Pansy got there, but Hagrid didn't notice her tardiness. He was too excited about the wonderfully exciting (his words, not hers) new creature they would be studying today, the astounding Pentaguin. From what Pansy heard, it was some sort of five-headed penguin who's blood could cure any disease of the throat when added to a certain potion. Fascinating. Next time I get laryngitis I'll just head on over to the aquarium. They have one of those in Diagon Alley, right? thought Pansy as she let her attention wander, already bored with what their "professor" had to say.
Her attention landed, as it always did, right on Draco Malfoy. He was everything she wanted in a boy, rich, handsome, tough, and sarcastic. Unfortunately, the feelings were not exactly mutual. That would be just too good, too perfect. It's the sort of thing that would happen to that Mud-blood, Granger. Pansy thought as Hermione raised her hand high into the air, practically squealing in her eagerness to answer the question, whatever it had been. Pansy studied Hermione's face, her features. She had very pretty cinnamon colored eyes surrounded by thick black lashes. Her hair was cute, in an unruly sort of way, with brown curls everywhere. She looked fresh and, as much as Pansy hated to admit it, very pretty.
If Grangers pretty, then what does that make me? I know. It makes me U-G-L-Y! UGLY! Pansy thought as she once again let her eyes drift over to Draco Malfoy, who was sitting at the very back of the class with Crabbe on one side and Goyle on the other. She sighed wistfully and spent the rest of the class wondering how much plastic surgery cost and how it couldn't be that painful…could it?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this story, only the Pentaguin. Hehe. Its cuuuuuute! Please don't sue me! ^_^
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