The Fear
-I wan to be rich and I want lots of money-
There was only one reason why she was actually with him. It wasn't because he had claimed to have redeemed himself, or changed his image in the public slightly. No. It wasn't even because of his good looks. In truth, they repulsed her, right down to his leather-clad feet and right up to his silky strands of blond hair. The way that he dressed him, so neatly so rigid, annoyed her and she longed to just run up and mess up his clothes. His appearance compared with hers, was one of a god, while she just looked like a mere mortal. No, it wasn't right to be going out with someone more attractive, more perfect than herself.
She was with him for the money.
And anything and everything that it brought.
The diamonds, glittering merrily under the sunlight. The rubies, beaming as they hung off her ears. The emeralds, encased in necklaces and draped over her neck. She adored jewellery, and the high life, sipping champagne every day, and doing whatever she pleased, whenever she pleased.
She threw money away happily, like it was water laughing as she bundled out of stores with her new purchases, the salesperson waving her away with joy a thick green wad of money in their hands, their greedy little eyes devouring it.
Then the money stopped coming.
She'd spent it all.
Damn.
Guess she'd be leaving Draco Malfoy sooner than she had thought.