I hate her. I hate looking like her. I look in the mirror and I see her eyes, her face. I see her hair, her frizzy mane of brown hair. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.
I love him. I love being with him. I love the way he touches me, kisses me, how he looks at me with his soulful silver eyes. I love him, I love him, I love him.
I hate how he doesn't see me, how can he only see her? She doesn't love him, she doesn't care for him. I do. Why can't he see me?
I love it how he begs me. How he'll do anything for me, if I take the potion. I love how he says he'll get over it, its just a phase.
I hate that when he says that and I know he's lying. I hate how he loves her. I hate that I'm not enough for him.
I love it when he causes me pain, how he's rough and unforgiving. I love it when he uses the shell of my body and drives the emptiness inside away.
I hate the polyjuice potion. I hate turning into HER. She's so perfect in every way.
I am Pansy Parkinson, but tonight, yet again, I will be her. Hermione Granger, mudblood of the Golden Trio, and obsession of Draco Malfoy.