BEAUTIFUL
You are the cruelest and most despicable person I know. You strut around the school, your cocky smirk plastered on your perfect face and I am amazed. How could someone so cold-hearted and horrid be so beautiful?
Self-proclaimed Slytherin royals- that's what we are. Pure-blood, rich, ambitious and cunning- typical Slytherins. The only thing that sets us apart is that we are the best. We are the cruelest, richest, and most ambitious of the Slytherins and that makes us royalty.
I am your queen, the Queen of Slytherin, and you are my king. You are easily the best-looking in Hogwarts, yet I cannot say the same about myself. I am not beautiful. I know that. I am far from it. People say that I am pug-faced, and frankly, I don't disagree. Looking at the mirror only depresses me. So I hide. I hide behind my smugness, conceit, arrogance, or whatever way you want to say it. I hide behind my pride and sharp retorts. I hide behind insulting people and giving them cold smiles. I feel like I have no choice. People already have this idea of who Pansy Parkinson is. They say I am the epitome of ugliness, and I have nothing else to do but act the part. I'm through trying to prove them wrong. It's quite fun actually, but sometimes I get tired of pretending. Besides, I doubt anyone would actually look past my exterior and find me not so bad after all. It's sad, but it's the truth.
Because I'm Pansy Parkinson, I should be the ultimate evil. I should torture muggleborns and make them cry. I should put malice in every word I say and spit out cutting remarks whenever I get the chance. I should be the cruelest of the cruel and be the death-eater everyone thinks I am. I should be ugly.
You're quite lucky, actually. You have it all. The looks, the eyes that entices people and the charm to draw them closer, further in. You have the ability to lure people to your cause and the sweet lies to make them stay faithful. You have the power to influence; you have the power to rule.
I have wondered so often if I am indeed fit to be your queen, ruling beside you. I don't think I am worthy enough. After all, I am Pansy Parkinson. I am not the most beautiful or most popular of girls, and you only deserve the best. How come you insist I be your queen? Why does it seem like you actually want me to be? Are you just lying? I know you are the best at it, but I do hope you aren't pretending. You never can pretend in front of me, because I know the game so well, but that is not the point. I hope you aren't playing games. It will only impair my already damaged heart, or whatever you call that thing inside my chest. I am not so sure if it is still there. You kind of took it with you when you fled.
Where are you now, though? I know being the best in Hogwarts wasn't enough for you. I know that because I know you so well. You wanted more. But are you okay? Are you eating all right, sleeping peacefully? I hope so. I am worried. I'm anxious because I might never see you again. The Dark Lord is powerful and I know how he can kill effortlessly and with no trouble or guilty feelings. I hope he doesn't kill you. I hope you are fine, wherever you are.
Please come back. I know you cannot see or hear me but I hope what we have is something you'd want to live for. I hope I am enough for you to want to come back to this side. Be brave and choose. There is nothing there but lies and deceit. Believe me, I know that now. I hope you'll come back to me. You're the only one who saw me properly. You saw me as someone worthy enough to respect and love and that alone made me love you. You looked past my face and love me back. And because of you, I don't find myself ugly anymore. You changed me and made me accept, and eventually love, myself. Because of you I know now that I am just like you after all. I am beautiful.