A/n: This is Pro-pansy, one of the few I've seen- okay the only one I've
seen. I have wanted to write on of these for an eternity. So…please be
darlings and review!
"I hate him! I hate him!" I was sobbing on Maureen's shoulder. She patted my hair sympathetically and made soothing noises. People could say a lot about us Slytherins but when someone was in trouble or upset, they would all come to your aid. Ardelia, Maureen, Lisle, Blaise, Annuk, and Millicent all were around me. I was sitting in a protective circle.
"Pansy, Pansy, he's not worth it," said Ardelia sitting on the other side of me.
"He is! I hate him, but is IS worth it, that's what make s it hurt. I'm so angry!" My whole chest was heaving and I felt like it was going to collapse inside. All my life I had loved him. ALL MY LIFE.
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay; he'll come crawling back. Don't worry," Lisle encouraged.
"Draco doesn't crawl. Ever." I sobbed even harder with every word. I punctuated the last word by slamming a fist onto my pillow. I couldn't talk after that I just sobbed. Each girl came up to me, saying something encouraging.
"He'll come back."
"It's a phase."
"You mean a lot to him."
"He's always liked you."
But in the end the only thing that made me feel better was a short five-word sentence Millicent whispered to me before she closed the door to my dorm.
"Don't get mad, get even."
I was still crying when she left, she was the last one to leave, but it had receded to snuffles. The sentence struck me harder than a sack of Dragon eggs. He had dumped me; told me to stay away, he didn't love me. What could hurt him? How could I make him feel what I was feeling? How could I rub it in his face that I didn't need him?
I stood up and looked around my dorm. There was a picture of him by my bedside. I picked it and set it on the ground. I walked over to my closet and put on a pair of heels. I ground my heel into the frame.
The glass blossomed into a burst shaped crack. It marred his perfect smile, his handsome jaw, his defined cheekbones; the Draco beneath was still sexily smiling and winking. I felt like burning the picture, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to trash it.
I shoved it into my armory's smallest bottom shelf. It was full of crap-I figured he belonged. Next came the things I needed to get rid of. The book he left here, it was his favorite :Hogwarts, a History. I tried reading it, but it was dull.
One of Draco's best-kept secrets was that he loved learning. He loved Hogwarts, even with the Muggle loving Dumbledore, even with the transfiguration teacher. He probably came close to Granger in grades; I had seen his finals scores. Hmm, could I use that in anyway?
No, I needed something worse, something that would drive him insane. I fell asleep wore out from crying and threats of suicide. In my mind played all forms of revenge from Avada Kedrava-ing him to Cruccio-ing him into a mad person. But instead my mind lights on something far better. Something in the form of anther handsome 5th year who's green eyes were the all the talk in the girls' bathrooms, and whom Draco loathed.
"I hate him! I hate him!" I was sobbing on Maureen's shoulder. She patted my hair sympathetically and made soothing noises. People could say a lot about us Slytherins but when someone was in trouble or upset, they would all come to your aid. Ardelia, Maureen, Lisle, Blaise, Annuk, and Millicent all were around me. I was sitting in a protective circle.
"Pansy, Pansy, he's not worth it," said Ardelia sitting on the other side of me.
"He is! I hate him, but is IS worth it, that's what make s it hurt. I'm so angry!" My whole chest was heaving and I felt like it was going to collapse inside. All my life I had loved him. ALL MY LIFE.
"Shh, it's okay. It's okay; he'll come crawling back. Don't worry," Lisle encouraged.
"Draco doesn't crawl. Ever." I sobbed even harder with every word. I punctuated the last word by slamming a fist onto my pillow. I couldn't talk after that I just sobbed. Each girl came up to me, saying something encouraging.
"He'll come back."
"It's a phase."
"You mean a lot to him."
"He's always liked you."
But in the end the only thing that made me feel better was a short five-word sentence Millicent whispered to me before she closed the door to my dorm.
"Don't get mad, get even."
I was still crying when she left, she was the last one to leave, but it had receded to snuffles. The sentence struck me harder than a sack of Dragon eggs. He had dumped me; told me to stay away, he didn't love me. What could hurt him? How could I make him feel what I was feeling? How could I rub it in his face that I didn't need him?
I stood up and looked around my dorm. There was a picture of him by my bedside. I picked it and set it on the ground. I walked over to my closet and put on a pair of heels. I ground my heel into the frame.
The glass blossomed into a burst shaped crack. It marred his perfect smile, his handsome jaw, his defined cheekbones; the Draco beneath was still sexily smiling and winking. I felt like burning the picture, but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to trash it.
I shoved it into my armory's smallest bottom shelf. It was full of crap-I figured he belonged. Next came the things I needed to get rid of. The book he left here, it was his favorite :Hogwarts, a History. I tried reading it, but it was dull.
One of Draco's best-kept secrets was that he loved learning. He loved Hogwarts, even with the Muggle loving Dumbledore, even with the transfiguration teacher. He probably came close to Granger in grades; I had seen his finals scores. Hmm, could I use that in anyway?
No, I needed something worse, something that would drive him insane. I fell asleep wore out from crying and threats of suicide. In my mind played all forms of revenge from Avada Kedrava-ing him to Cruccio-ing him into a mad person. But instead my mind lights on something far better. Something in the form of anther handsome 5th year who's green eyes were the all the talk in the girls' bathrooms, and whom Draco loathed.