A PUG'S EYED VIEW
'Authors' note; I would like to apologise before hand for my shameless abuse of the great work of J.K Rowling. This is a Pansy centric fic, so be prepared for heavy bashing of the Draco/Ginny ship. Keep in mind that the greatly misunderstood charms of Miss Parkinson are a national treasure and should be treated with the utmost respect (I'm shooting the bull big time, sorry) Please, please (don't make a poor girl beg) read and review. Thanks!
Have you ever had one of those life changing days? When the whole world is lit up in techni-colour goodness and the slightest noise is like a cinematic, surround sound experience? No? Well one day you will, I assure you it will happen. That perfect day will bound up on you when you least expect it, catch you by surprise and spin your axis completely off balance. I sound insane don't I? Like an Easter bunny overdosed on Prozac?
There was a time when I would feel sick at such overblown happy clappy feelings, but now, well now is different. I guess I should start from the beginning, the very source of this fable. I must warn you, back in those days I was slightly less filled with joys of spring; to be blunt I was a bitch, but weren't we all?
(Perhaps the queen b-atch gene was somewhat more prominent in my body that others)
Anyway I guess a brief description would be in order, what's a film without an appetising trailer after all.
As in all great romances there was a boy, a very special, magical boy. He was the typical bad ass, the one your parents warn you about and the ones you dream off. Imagine piercing grey eyes, a sardonic smile complete with a shock of white hair. Sounds a dish doesn't he?
I would love to say, he fell head over wands, for my glamour model looks and magnetic personality; but the path didn't run so smooth. You see, I wasn't exactly glamorous in those Hogwarts days, some would say I was pug-like but I prefer the phrase 'late bloomer'. I was cursed with a condition known to many, obsession. Draco bear (the love interest) was oblivious to my persistent, yet utterly endearing charms. He seemed to find me annoying, I know! Pansy Parkinson annoying? AS IF!
He preferred to moon over that Weasley brat, than turn those incredibly intense eyes in my direction. Talking of Weasley Junior, I have never met anyone so inferior in every possible way! (I am of course in no way bitter) When I first discovered that my, MY Mr Malfoy had an interest in such a low ranking squib like creature, I was quite rightly outraged. She had nothing! No money (shabby chic so not in), no power, she wasn't even that pretty…Ok, I'll admit she had a certain charm , but no more than a common street urchin could claim to possess. She always insisted on cooing with her annoyingly deep brown eyes and flashing that "I'm so innocent" look, like anyone (with the exception of nearly all the boys at Hogwarts) fell for that old trick, HA!.
(I repeat that I am in no way resentful towards that red headed hussy, honestly)
Anyway enough of little Virginia Weasley (shudder) lets get back to me, after all that is where your real interest lies. My tale is one of great woe, gasp bringing drama and of course overflowing with heart stopping, mind numbing, lip quivering, and hormone jiggling romance.
So prepare the chocolate frogs, ready your mind, send the kiddies to bed and buckle up for the fantastic ride that is me, Pansy Parkinson.
(There's a chance they may have come out wrong…)
I'm incredibly sorry to stall your, sure to be, uncontrollable excitement, but it is my responsibility as weaver of this epic tale, to be the bearer of bad news. Here goes, there may, MAY be a small amount of (prepare yourself) Ginny and Draco interaction (I know, the horror, the horror…) but it is important in the long run. My commiserations, feel free to skip the parts when the desire to reach for the sick bucket becomes too intense.
Until we meet again
Pansy Parkinson
(Already a legend)
