Whoever Said Life Was Fair Was Dumb.
Whoever said life was fair was dumb. Because it really isn't. It really, really isn't. And whoever said that all is fair in love and war was dumb too. Because it isn't all fair. And it certainly isn't fair that she gets the guys attention, the slithering beauty, while I wallow in the back ground, not even a wall flower. For who could compare me to a flower?
And what is worse is she is a goody-goody. One of those. Yes, I am talking about the trash of this school, Gryffindor. Yet if it would make him like me just for a moment, I would trade Slytherin for Gryffindor any day.
I remember being referred to a log, a pig, a beast, a sister to Crabbe or Goyle. I remember watching him watch her, the filthy blood traitor that she is. I remember his cold eyes following her. His eyes are what are most amazing. So analytical. So merciless. So stormy, like a thundercloud with sheets of torrential rain. So gray.
Never did he once think of me as more than a semi-friend. Akin to a lackey. A fellow Slytherin he could count on to laugh at his cruel jokes. And they were funny. But I didn't roar like a donkey. I would laugh politely, cutely even, if that was possible with me. But he wouldn't look at me.
He looked at the other girls though. The sweet ones, the cute ones. He even stole a glance at those Gryfinndor ditzs. What are thier names? Parvati and Lily? Lavender? Thyme? But not the mudblood. Never the mudblood, because he hated her with a passion I can't even comprehend. But still, the other,pretty girls he looked at. But not like he looked at her. With her long, luxurious red hair flowing down her back and her blue cobalt eyes, she was gorgeous. Even I had to admit it.
Yes, yes, I could never get him to like me. He liked her. But guess what? There is irony in it for me. Sweet revenge, smooth and buttered as honey. Because she didn't love him back. She really didn't know what she was missing. He would have made her his queen. But oh no. She liked Potter.
Funny, our love triangle is. Or is a square? The funny part, the funny, hysterical, bitter, ugly part is that our triangle is broken.
Millicent Bulstrode likes Malfoy. Malfoy likes Weaselette. Weaseltte likes Potter.
What is so twisted about this? No one likes me. Potter doesn't like me, which would have completed this square of ours. And even I wouldn't have sneezed at that.
Author's Note: I was thinking of how to write a new one-shot, and the line came to me: "whoever said life was fair was dumb." And it went from there. At first I had a hard time trying to find the girl that liked Malfoy, and the girl who Malfoy liked. So first I picked Millicent Bulstrode. Because she fits this story like a shoe fits a foot. But I was deciding between Hermione and Ginny. Then I realized I was all over a Draco+Hermione romance anyway, I needed a new character. So in popped Ginny! (And from there Harry came into the picture. I hope you liked it. Kudos to my reviewers.
