A/N: Hey all! Here's my full length Pansy Parkinson fic. (Don't worry 'Original Prankster' readers, I haven't abandoned it, I'm having a bit of writers block for it though.) This will take place mainly 5th year and up, but it will include flashbacks from years 1-4 to fill in the gaps. It will mostly be Pansy's POV, and it will basically be about her life and ultimately her relationship with Draco. I think she's an interesting character to play around with. Anywhoo, happy reading!
Disclaimer: Nothing in this story is mine, except maybe some of the plot that wasn't in the books. Everything else belongs to JK Rowling.
Perfection.
It was an expectation. The image she was supposed to see whenever she looked in the mirror. She hated mirrors. They were only good for reflecting one thing: her insecurities.
She grew up in wealth and privilege. Pureblood family, all belonging to the most noble house of Slytherin. Well, almost everyone. She had a great great uncle Alfred who was a Hufflepuff, but no one ever talks about him.
Pansy was, of course, expected to be perfect in every way. Say please and thank you, cross your legs, fold your hands in your lap, NEVER slurp your tea. Not unless you want mothers gossiping about how uncivilized you are.
From the time she was 3 until she was 11, afternoon tea with her mother's social clubs and their children were routine. Many long days were spent by forced interaction with Millicent "The Troll" Bulstrode, while their mothers drank tea on their perfectly manicured lawns.
She loved this life. She loved her mansion outside of London. She loved her dolls and her tea parties and her frilly pink dresses.
Then she grew up.
15 year old Pansy Parkinson looked in her mirror, running a finger through her silky brown hair. She looked at her small, up-turned nose and wrinkled it in disgust. She always thought it rather resembled a pug. She had thin pink lips and porcelain doll skin with bright emerald green eyes that even Saint Potter would appreciate.
'Thank god for this muggle make-up,' she thought, as she applied it to her face. She stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about her life as she often did.
She never thought of herself as pretty. She had to endure the taunts of "pug face" from the Gryffindors her first three years at Hogwarts. She used to be very needy since she never stayed away from home long as a child. The other Slytherins, especially Draco Malfoy, considered her to be a whiny brat the first couple of years. Her only friend was Millicent Bulstrode, who didn't really even like her that much either.
Suddenly, at the beginning of last year, she woke up one day and….well, looked better then usual. Her clothes fit more snugly, her hair seemed to do what she wanted it to, her little bit of acne was gone.
Now it seemed everyone wanted to be her friend. Girls were asking her for make up tips and all the latest gossip from the rumor mill. Pansy was happy to dish it out, obviously. It was in her blood.
She quickly began getting asked out on dates to Hogsmeade by boys that weren't even in Slytherin. She become best friends with the Slytherin bimbo, Daphne Greengrass, completely eliminating Bulstrode from the picture. She immediately started forming her "clique", and only the most pretty and superficial made the cut.
She loved strutting down the halls of Hogwarts, Daphne on her right side while the other girls followed behind like puppy dogs, making snide remarks at Gryffindors and occasionally the sniveling Hufflepuff. She would compliment a girl's hair style, completely making that girl's day because THE Pansy Parkinson liked her hair. A minute later Pansy would whisper to her girlfriends how horribly ugly it looked. The girls would laugh appreciatively and nod in agreement But what did it matter? It's not like that other girl could hear her.
She had never been a sweet girl, but she had become downright cold and malicious. If anyone crossed her, she made them regret it. Lisa Turpin, the Ravenclaw queen bee, once bumped into Pansy, giving her a dirty look. Two hours later, Pansy had convinced the whole school that Lisa was pregnant with Marcus Flint's baby. Now Lisa gives Pansy and pearly white smile whenever she sees her.
You didn't mess with Pansy Parkinson, not unless you wanted your reputation ruined before you could even defend yourself. God forbid you got into a fight with her, you didn't stand a chance. She fired vicious retorts before the other person could even open their mouths to argue. She was feared but respected. How else could you be the proclaimed Slytherin Princess?
If you wanted to be the princess, you had to be dirty. It was hard for her at first, having no experience with boys, but soon enough she was making out with half the boys in her year. She got so good at it that it become nothing more then a rainy day activity, Her sultry, seductive mechanisms had them eating out of the palm of her hand. All she had to do was say "hey you" to a boy with a smile on her face, and next thing she knew she'd be on his lap kissing him. Some girls said she was a slut. Pansy said they were just jealous.
Snapping back out of her trance, she grabbed the letter on dresser from Dumbledore saying she had been appointed Prefect. Finally, the man did something right. She vaguely wondered who the other prefect was as she applied mascara to her lashes, but at that moment she didn't care. As a prefect, she had complete power now. She would patrol the halls, knowing that people were practically bowing down to her. "Bow in the presence of greatness" her mother always said.
"Pansy, our guests have arrived." Her mother's voice floated into her room. 'Oh great, I wonder who the boring dinner guest of the month is this time,' she thought as she glided down the marble staircase and into the family room.
There, sitting on the sofa talking with her mother and father, were none other then Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
And there he stood, leaning against the wall, staring into the fireplace and looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. His sleek blonde hair fell in front of his stormy blue eyes, the light of the fire flickering on his pale white skin. The boy whose name alone sent shivers up her spine.
Draco Malfoy, the very definition of perfection.
AN: That was just an intro I guess, so you can get the idea of what I think Pansy and Slytherin girls in general might be like. I pictured Pansy to look and act like Sarah Michelle Geller's character Kathryn from the movie Cruel Intentions. The next chapters will be longer and wont have so much detail, just storyline. Let me know what you think (: