A/n - Don't own Harry Potter, or Pansy Parkinson - boo.
Nobody loves me. I don't even love me. Who would want to love a girl like me anyway?
Pug-faced, ugly girl stares back in the mirror at me. It isn't a wonder Draco left me for the Greengrass girl, she is far prettier. Far more adapt at being Mrs Draco Malfoy than I ever would be.
Would he love me now? If he saw me in the street would he recognise me? I am so ugly.
If I went back to school, would I still be stupid? Scared to be called upon to answer a question as I always get it wrong.
Idiotic and ugly, that's me.
Friendless. Well who would want someone who hates herself and the life I dug myself into?
Single. Who would want a fat bitch like me?
Hated. Every one turned on me, and I pushed the ones that were still there away.
Why do I do this? Why do I let it happen?
Why can't I be pretty? Why can't I have the prince in shining armour?
The Yule Ball, I was only asked as Draco needed a partner and his first choice had been asked already. The other girls looked prettier than what I ever did. I hated them, and hated myself. Even the Mudblood was stunning in her blue dress. Draco couldn't even keep his eyes off her, no matter how much I flaunted my chest under his nose or whispered tantalising snippets on how he could use and abuse me. I had hoped it would make me feel alive.
Too much to be true though. I gave up after that. Withdrew from everything. And no one would have blamed me if they ever found out I did.