AN: You already know they're not my characters.
I already know what they all say about me, don't think I haven't heard it. Pug-face, Draco Malfoy's devoted lapdog, typical slimy Slytherin, all the rest of it. If anyone ever bothered to open their eyes and actually look at what is staring straight at them, they'd soon change their minds about me. I haven't been mooning after Draco for years now, I don't want him. I don't want anybody, not like that. Once was more than enough to find out that men are only out for what they can get, and they don't give a toss about the woman they're with. It's painful and degrading, and I want nothing to do with any of it.
My parents have long since given up on the idea of finding me "a suitable husband", because I didn't grow up to be pretty. That's fine with me – I have no wish to be a brood mare for some other wizarding family, unable to decide anything for myself, having to get permission to do even the smallest thing. I can just imagine it – treated like a child, but expected to perform "wifely duties" and bear pureblood sons to continue the family name. I'm not suggesting we should all marry Muggles, oh Merlin, no, but something the mudblood witches talk about got me thinking. In their world, women are more than just the property of their husbands. They get to have jobs, choose whether they want children, choose, even, to keep their own names after they marry. Some, I heard, don't even marry at all; they just live with the man they want.
Ask me in public, and I'll deny ever having said any of this. But this is what I want, to have those same rights as the Muggle women do. The right to choose how to live my own life, without interference from my parents or anybody else.
Oh, one more thing, before I go. I just want to clear this up. I'm not a Death Eater, and I never was. It's just another form of control, isn't it? Bowing down to the Dark Lord, instead of a father or a husband, that's the only difference. Oh, and you're more likely to end up dead if you displease him. You'll never catch me willingly submit to any man, not again. From now on, Pansy Parkinson does what she wants, and only what she wants, got that?
AN: Something about Pansy Parkinson fascinates me - I like getting inside her head.