There was something shrill echoing in her head, bouncing back and forth. It was consuming her thoughts and she tried to block them out.
Pansy couldn't think of anything else.
At least it was better than the constant replay of him. Of things that happened that she couldn't take back. The things she regretted not saying. Instead all she got was the want to have something right now, even though it was impossible to get.
He was no longer her prince.
It had been years since he really spoke to her, since he saw her from who she was. Pansy once blamed the war for the change but perhaps it was something else. Maybe they were just too different to work.
No, they were mirrors of each other. They had the same upbringing, the same friends. They were meant for each other. He was the prince and she was his princess, they were made to rule. Together.
They were meant for each other.
It had to be something else, something that drove them apart. They were happy together, first as friends then as something more. He was happy with her, just as she was with him.
She can see the sadness in his eyes.
Draco's not truly happy with Astoria, this she can see. He married her out of convenience, she was pure and innocent, and the idea of offering up the savior to a dark lord would have never crossed her mind.
Pansy never thought that the opinions of others could ruin her happiness. Why would it have mattered? Draco should have known her, known that she did it for them! But he shunned her, casted her aside as if she was nothing more than an elf.
She tried to ignore the world, built a shield against the words thrown at her. But the memories of him and her were too much to bear. They would pound against her head until all she could do was scream.
She was waiting for her crown.