The first in a series of oneshots about my favorite little Slytherins, beginning with Pansy.
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Pansy knew that Draco Malfoy did not love her. She remembered the dark night when she'd first realized the truth; that he never had and never would. That moment in fourth year when she'd kissed him out by the lake, the water shimmering like glass, rain drumming on their faces like ethereal teardrops from on high.
After she'd realized, she'd began to feel it, in every touch, every kiss. In the way his dove gray eyes never quite met hers. The way his smile burned, scorching searing holes in her already cracking constitution. Warming her up and freezing her heart to the core. She was an ice princess. She didn't feel anything. She wouldn't feel anything.
She knew he would leave her one day, one day when he found someone better than her. Someone who deserved him like she never could. Someone who wasn't broken. Someone who wasn't selfish and ruthless, someone who never questioned him, who meekly complied to his every order. Maybe he would love their sweetness, feel about them how she did about him.
And yet, he hadn't left her thus far. He still held her hand when she took his, kissed her when she pressed her lips to his perfect mouth, replied quietly when she whispered softly into his ear, as if louder words would shatter the little they had. It wasn't what she wanted. Wasn't what she deserved. But somehow, for now, it was just enough.
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