A/N: This is just a little poem from Pansy's POV explaining why she is the way she is.
I'm the Slut of Slytherin
I'm the slut of Slytherin
All of Hogwarts knows
Me as the tramp that sleeps around
You know the who
You know the when
You even know the where
But you petty little gossips
Never focus on the reason
Why I'm such a "little whore"
Well sweetie let me tell you,
I'm as angst ridden as the next gal
We just have different ways of coping
I lick my lips,
Flip my hair,
And flirt 'til the pain is gone
While you sit in your darkened room
And sob
Just loud enough to hear
But me,
I have no time for sobbing
So I go out there and have fun
With Zabini, Flint or Montague,
Baby,
I've been with the best
So crack the whip
Fetch the chains
And tell me your sweet little lies
Tell me you want me,
Tell me you need me,
'Cause that's just what I wanna hear
You see, what you all don't realise
Is that I'm not as shallow
As I act
Believe it or not
There's a girl behind the slut
Who's so messed up it's scary
And yes I simper
Yes I swoon
But I do it to get by
'Cause as pathetic as it sounds
All I want is to be wanted
By one above all else
Who'll never look twice
In my direction
Oh, I'm far too low for him
It's pureblood or nothing
He only takes the best
And even though he's such a bastard
I can't help but be in love
So I'll cry my mascara tears
And he'll never know the truth
That all this girl ever wanted
Was to be wanted
By you