The tangled web she's weaving will strangle her before long. She's steeped so deep in her own lies that it's no use turning back now, she might as well carry on.
Pansy makes Draco feel useful and in love. Draco makes Pansy feel happy and carefree.
He tells her that he's the luckiest man alive because dark little Pansy chose him. And she's his, forever.
And she lies there feeling cheap and dirty, because his father tells her the exact same thing.
Pansy makes Lucius feel vivacious and young again. Lucius makes Pansy feel mature and sexy, things she thinks women are supposed to be.
Narcissa wonders where Lucius goes sometimes. She's put out because he doesn't confide in her anymore.
Pansy's heart aches because she is betraying the only woman who's ever been decent to her.
At night, the gears in her head turn, and she wonders how she'll get out of this mess. She still gets candy packages from Narcissa, vain love letters from Draco, and gold rings from Lucius that she can't wear in public. Pansy is killing this family from the inside.
She pays attention in class. She eats dinner with her house. She talks with the other girls by the fire. But still, nobody has noticed that her eyes don't shine like they used to. There's no gleam, no sparkle, no life.
The prettiness in her eyes is hiding in the light place where her heart used to be.
Before she said yes, before buttons were ripped and she waded into the sea.
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