Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Harry Potter. This is a Pansy/Harry drabble; I just thought of doing some weird thing like that.
I tremble when I think of him. His glass-green eyes always seem to be smiling at everyone but me. He hates me. He hates all of us.
People think I am coarse; that I go from boy to boy to boy. But it's not true. I silence them when they leave me. I make it sound like I left them. Isn't it better to leave than be left? Isn't it? I'm not sure.
While I am with Draco, I think of him. I wish that I could be with him. I wish he did not hate me.
I hope that someday he thinks of me the way I think of him.
But he won't.
