Meet Pansy Parkinson, the cruellest female student in Harry Potter's year.
But underneath all the cruelty and the ignorance, lies a sweet, sensitive girl-core inside her, like unicorn hair lies inside a plain looking cedar wand.
True to her (outside) form, she was Sorted into Slytherin, where she has created her clique of ridiculously daft girls who are only out for the hot ass of Draco Malfoy.
But she knew they all couldn't have him.
Because Draco Malfoy was already hers.
Draco Malfoy was the sex symbol of Hogwarts (right after Harry Potter, but Pansy would never admit that), and his wish was always her command.
She was in love.
But at the same time, she was blind.
She didn't know that even if Draco did seem to care for her, because he acted like he did, but he never did tell her he loved her or had taken a certain liking for her.
She was the only person who had seen Draco's weak side. He would cry for hours on end, but he would always push her away if he didn't want to talk. But he always didn't want to tell her what was wrong, so it was a usual occurrence.
She had only wanted to help, to comfort, to befriend. She only wanted to feel loved and to be loved as well. But she never got that. Draco was as cold and senile as the young man who was once He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Draco knew how to kiss up to Snape. Pansy never got to learn how. No matter what Draco did, Professor Snape always had a livid bias towards him, and the new Potions Prince was crowned, even if there was some corruption involved.
Pansy wanted him to just stop. Stop looking so far away from comfort and his idolisation of the Dark Lord to her.
Draco never knew how to love.
He never knew how to love except for how to love his own mother who he had most treasured dearly. He never did look at Pansy in any way different.
Draco was cold, as cold as ice. And even if the ice was cold, we are in the hope that if we hold on to it long enough, it will melt and turn warm. But that only wastes a lot of precious time and courage. Pansy didn't have much patience to wait for cold, cold Draco Malfoy to love frail, frail Pansy Parkinson.
But stubborn as she was, Pansy waited. She waited, and waited, and waited, for that day when Draco would turn around and smile at the sight of her open arms who so lovingly will welcome him home.
But he never did.
He never turned around to see that Pansy was waiting patiently for her, and Gregory Goyle would always shoot her glances if he feels that Pansy had become too soft to become a Hufflepuff due to love.
Gregory Goyle cared for Pansy.
Gregory didn't like Pansy, but he cared for her like a sister.
He cared about Pansy and her everlasting love for his best mate, cruel Draco.
Gregory was always the first one that Pansy would run to if she would think it's too painful. Gregory always understood. And even if he didn't, he would still try to comfort her the most Slytherin way possible.
But Pansy no longer had the time, the attitude or the patience to wait. She could no longer take all the pain that dumb, dumb Draco Malfoy had inflicted on her.
And so she gave up, hoping that Draco Malfoy will not give chase.