A/N - Quick note. Thank you to the ladies at The Nook who helped me put this together. Forever grateful.
You just want attention, you don't want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you
Charlie Puth - Attention
Pansy stood in the Atrium. She huffed and closed her eyes. A hand ran through her short messy black hair. This wasn't happening. A tear slid out of her eye and she leaned against the stone wall. She knew from the get go that all he wanted from her was attention. It's all a man like Draco ever wanted. She clutched her heart. This was a mistake, coming to this ball. It had been years and she thought she could handle it but seeing him with another, broke her heart all over again. She was the fool of a woman who had fallen in love with the Slytherin prince.
She slowly slid to the ground and buried her face into her hands. She was ruining her dress in the process but damned if she cared anymore. The tears fell freely now. The crack in her armor to heavy to dismiss. Why did he have to be happy? Why did he have to her on his arm? Smiling and dancing and looking at...her as if she were the only thing that mattered. The only thing she wanted was to be loved. Why was that so much to ask? Silent tears continued to run down her face.
Several hours passed and the ball was ending. People filtered out of the dance as she went unnoticed. She heard his laughter, another small piece of her heart cracking.
She looked up as someone called her name, "Parkinson?" and she scowled as she found Ron Weasley looking back at her with sympathy on his face.