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A/N: The second Draco/Pansy. Please read and review-Cole
Ship: Pansy/Draco
She was tired of living in a shadow, she wanted to be seen. She would always be there for him, but she wanted someone to notice her too. She knew that deep down he loved her, though he never said it aloud. She knew that he needed her as she did him, she never quire knew how.
He was always with another girl. A sexy, stupid bitch. Most of the time they could run circles around her for looks, but they couldn't hold a candle to her with wit or brains. She let it go, she always had. She knew that in the end she was the only one for him. She knew that in the end those flings were pointless and she was the only on he ever cared about.
The only one he would risk his life for.
It had happened at a Death Eater meeting right after their initiation. His father had almost killed her because she said something disrespectful to their 'Great Lord'. He, her true knight in shining armour, came to her rescue by jumping in front of the spell. Crucio did not due much to her blonde hero, but it did hurt him all the same, and she was greatful he cared enough to take such a horrible spell for her.
But still, it hurt her everytime a new slut would walk out of his rooms in the early hours of the morning. Each and every whore gave her a large, I-have-what-you-want smile when they passed her on the common-room couch, where she spent most of her nights. They didn't know that he always bgave her a good-morning kiss though. They didn't know that it was she he professed his undying love to each night before his daily shag with his newest sex toy.
Sometimes she didn't think it was fair. She had to keep her virginity while he shagged everything that moved. But atleast he was always hers in the end, at least she was certain he would never leave her.
Yet sometimes, late at night, she wondered if this was the life she wanted. She wondered if being a spy for the Order really meant something to her. She wondered if being in love with him but not doing anything with him was the life she had planned out for herself.
Sometimes, when she laid awake at night, Pansy Parkinson looked out the window and wondered how her life would be played out, and who, in the end, would win.
