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The Worst Thing
"Slytherin Slut." The words, accompanied by mocking laughter, rang in her head. After this verbal attack, Pansy had stormed into her dormitory, thrown herself on her bed, and charmed her hangings shut. She had been laying there for hours, and she was still fuming. She simply couldn't believe that's what everyone thought of her. These people were her housemates, not to mention they were supposed to be her friends. The sneering laughter filled her ears. If that's how her friends thought of her, the whole school must think she was trashy. It's not like she was a harlot or anything. Sure, she was rather - experienced. But it's not like she just shagged any boy that would have her. She had at least been interested in anyone she'd ever been with. Besides, there were far worse things she could be doing. She could have been shagging any one that would have her. But she wasn't. She would merely have a good time. And she wasn't cruel, manipulative, calculating, and mocking like the rest of her housemates were. She didn't steal, cheat, or lie. She didn't lead guys on, flirt mercilessly with them, while having no intention of being with them and absolutely no interest, like so many other girls her age did. She'd never be so vindictive. And she wasn't one to play the jealousy game. She didn't torture other girls or spread nasty rumors about them because of a certain boy they were seeing. She never intentionally hurt anyone, especially not out of spite. She had her morals. And even more than that, she had feelings. Being Slytherin didn't render her inhuman. She could feel. Oh boy, could she feel. And she could cry. In fact, she did, quite often. The pain that was inflicted upon her by others was oftentimes unbearable. She'd escape to the sanctuary of her bed and cry, until she either ran out of tears or fell asleep. But she'd never cry in front of them. She'd never give them that satisfaction. She didn't show emotions or feelings to the world, for they were a weakness. And every good Slytherin knew that you had to guard your weaknesses with your life. Exposing yourself was far worse than anything she'd done. In fact, crying in front of them would be the worst thing she could do.
A/N: Inspired by Rizzo's song in Grease. A lot of people view Pansy as a slut, and I was thinking about the song, and it just seemed to fit. What do you think?