My Life is Over = Chapter 1: My Life is Over

Disclaimer: As we all know I do NOT own any of the character, J K Rowling does. Wish I could say that I did, but I don't. I mean if I did I would be getting rich off of them right now, now wouldn't I?

A/N: Well... I should be working on all of my other fics, I really should. But... I got distracted, and well....this is what happened. I started my brand new Pansy Parkinson fic! Yes I am fully aware that not many people are all that fond of her, but I have made room for her in my heart and I would love for you all to please do that same. Oh and I have listed dear Draco Malfoy as the secondary character because he will be coming in later! Now please read!

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"Arrrrgggg.... MY LIFE IS OVER!" I moaned. I was sitting on my bed up in the Slytherin's sixth year girls' dorms and had just finished reading the latest letter from my mother.

"What on earth are you going on about now Parkinson?" Blaise demanded in an entirely unsympathetic tone, which was entirely uncalled for if you ask me.

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all! Oh no! Just that I'm doomed to marry a Blast Ended Skrewt tamer named Alphonzo!" I wailed dramatically, because you see the utter horribleness of my future was an incredibly dramatic and all around awful thing.

"And you know this how?"

"I know this how she asks?" I scoffed, "Completely ignores the entire point and goes straight to asking stupid and completely irrelevant questions!"

"How is that irrelevant?" She asked. Always with the stupid and completely pointless questions!

At this point I threw my copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them at her, but missed by a mere inch, okay well it may have been a few inches, or perhaps a meter, but let's not get caught up in the silly little details shall we?

"I was aiming for your head. I just wanted you know." I explained, so that she wouldn't think that I was just in a mood and felt like throwing things. I wanted her to know that I was in a mood where I felt like throwing things at her head.

"You are such a drama queen," She said and gave me that really unattractive look of hers that makes her look rather like a drunk squirrel who is rather angry at something, perhaps another squirrel or a tree.

"Last year the Weasley twins had a poll going around about you, you know. The question was whether you were a girl or a boy," I felt like this was the right time to tell her. In all honesty, I'd been saving this one for when the opportune moment came, and finally it had.

"What?" Blaise asked with her mouth all hung open, which made her look quite like a confused duck who is quite possibly drunk, or just incredibly stupid, or maybe both.

"And I voted that you were a guy," I added helpfully.

"PANSY! We've only been sharing a dorm for six years!"

"Yes, and just imagine my surprise when I found out that you were a boy!"

"I am NOT a boy!!! You're psychotic, really really psychotic, you know this right?" She asked, as if I were the crazy one. At least I hadn't been lying to my dorm mates and posing as a girl when I was really a boy for the past sixth year! Me the crazy one? As if.

At this point she got up and stormed out of the room in an angry huff, Blaise does a lot of angry huffing, it's really a personality dysfunction if you ask me, which no one ever does.

But anyways, I seem to have gotten way off track, I was talking about how I was going to be forced to marry a Blast Ended Skrewt tamer named Alphonzo. Well it's a shame about that really, see my parents had decided that it was about time they got to finding someone "suitable" for me to marry. See that's the way my parents were, the family name was more important than the family. It was of up most importance that I married into a nice (by this they mean pure blood) family of high social standing (which means rich). It would be absolutely tragic if the wrong sort of person (a non-pureblood and non-rich person) should become a part of the family.

Now naturally I could not be trusted with the most important task of choosing this person, so luckily for me (please take note of the sarcasm) my parents were willing to step in and take over. Now in all fairness it was highly unlikely that they would chose a Blast Ended Skrewt tamer named Alphonzo, since that is a very unsuitable profession (something both me and my parents would agree on) and it was more probable that they would pick a scary death eater named Nukpana.

Can you really blame a girl for being upset about having to possibly marry someone named Alphonzo? Or Nukpana? Would you not also be in a state of complete and utter distress? In fact I believe that I was handling it quite well actually, besides Blaise deserved to have a book thrown at her head. Everybody knows that she has that evil-I'm-Better-Than-You-Because-I'm- Completely-Sane air to her, and would probably fully support the throwing of books in her general direction. In fact perhaps I will start a club.

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A/N: Well that's all for now folks. Review and tell me what you thought of it!