Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
The pairing of Pansy/Katie was discovered by me. I would greatly appreciate being given credit if you use them.
You like to watch her bleed.
She's fragile and she's going to break (like pearls meeting a hard floor) and you like to watch her bleed.
And you must be sick, maybe the war has shattered your frail sanity, because your obsession over the girl with ruby lips is far from healthy.
There are pictures of her lining your room and you have her lipstick bottle tucked under your pillow and you have a piece of her hair and she's your angel. And angels fall and burn.
She's yours. Will always be yours. She will never look at another. Sure, she will mourn for the redhead but she will always be yours.
Your arrogance will be your downfall.
Suddenly, she smiles at him and when she stares at him her eyes are full of this faith you can't describe and she's painting her ruby lips pink and there's love in the way she watches him and suddenly, hate is there. And you hate, hate, hate her for doing this to you.
Hate her for breaking you and for breaking your heart and you watch them together, staring at each other like you stare at her and then you laugh, again and again, a hysterical thing, frayed and fraying further. You are breaking.
More of that strangled laugh and you cannot seem to stop the tears and the laughter. You break.
The descent into insanity is easy.
Broken.