Prologue

The room is darkly lit, with the chandeliers attached to the roof, as it did many years ago. The table beneath is empty, with blood-red table cloth laid across it. Red is my favourite colour, as it reminds me of roses. It reminds me of the many many roses that Draco brought me when he was courting me, or who he thought was me.

The mirror standing in the dark corner of the room besides the fireplace reveals a young woman, with dark wavy hair. Her slender finger reached towards a grape in the fruit bowl and put slowly into her mouth. It wasn't her best feature, I observed. Draco always liked the eyes, they sparkle when they see him. Of course they do, I thought to myself, the eyes can see no-one else but Draco, or so he thought. Draco with his blonde hair, with his handsome good looks, with his eyes for nobody but Astoria. They didn't look at her once, the one with the short hair, whom the Mudblood described as having a 'pug like face'. They really didn't understand her. But I know that girl, how she dotes on Draco, how she spent her adolescence years following him around, and how she watched whilst Draco fell in love with Astoria, and how her heart broke and fell into pieces.

I watched the mirror as I lift the silver flask to my lips. I have gotten used the bitter taste for the dark red potion. I remember how the potion looked before I added Astoria's hair in, and how revolting it was as I swallowed it for the first time. The mirror began to turn blurry as I bite my lip to stop myself from crying, and not because of the burning sensation that my body felt, I have gotten used to this long ago. You chose this path, I told myself firmly, now stick to it. Draco will be home any minute, and the dinner should be prepared by now. I stood up, went to the kitchen, leaving the drawing room empty.

My name is Pansy Parkinson, I'm married to Draco Malfoy, and I'm living a lie.