For the "Feeling of Color" Challenge
"BASTARD!"
Pansy Parkison was not even close to being in a good mood. Of course, you could not tell that by the beginning line but, hey. There are some people I guess in this world who wouldn't know. So, I'm just saying it out loud… or in writing.
Anyway…
She was angry. Frustrated. Enraged. Set off. Disgruntled. Fizzing with dissatisfaction. Boiling over with irritation and annoyance. There are millions of ways to write it but that was what Pansy was feeling. She was known in her family to paint her room whatever color she felt like when she was a child. Spontaneous and spur of the moment, she would paint it a bright yellow when her father brought home a darling little kitten for her. She painted it a blood red every time her mom and her fought over something stupid. A jade green when she felt like being wild. A calm blue when she too, was calm. She had painted it a beautiful magenta when she realized she loved Draco Malfoy-
No. She couldn't even THINK of that male. Couldn't even let him relate into the tiniest thoughts, for it was him who had made her feel this way. If she were home right now and not at Hogwarts, she would be painting her room a dark, smoking gray, with one wall blood red, with the ceiling pitch black. All of these combined represented the feelings for the boy who refused to acknowledge just how much time she put in to love him, be there for him, who, had made it VERY clear tonight he didn't reciprocate those feelings and had no intention of trying to, or pretend to. He just simply stated the fact that he could just never love her the way she wanted, and felt like she deserved.
"Pansy, I don't know where you think this is going… I like you and all but this isn't really my thing. And you deserve better, then me. Not sure if you can find it- Wait, that's no what I meant! Ugh… It's not you; it's me- that's the phrase, right? - I'm too much of a… what's the word?"
"WANKER!"
Pansy threw herself onto her bed in her dormitory. Why did he have to make it so difficult to love him so? Why couldn't he just love her back? Why DID she even love him? Gloom cast over her by the thousands, rays of pure… well, gloom.
She sighed and knew all the answers to all her questions. It didn't matter if he didn't love her back. It didn't matter how difficult he made it or how much she tried to control these feelings for him. She was just a girl in love whose love just couldn't be shed just like that. She loved him and nothing else really mattered.
Pansy's room would suddenly be turned to white- her feeling confused but being able to fathom just exactly why she had felt what she had felt.
She was in love with Draco Malfoy.
Period.
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