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Attention
He was right.
She wasn't okay.
But who was going to help her?
Not her parents. They had sent her a letter explaining their new expectations of their only daughter. She was to come home during Christmas hols and prepare to pack up her things; her time at Hogwarts would be over. Pansy was going to be sent to live with her spinster aunt since now her marriage prospects were null. They didn't have to say it but she understood: she was no longer a Parkinson. She was disowned.
Evidently not her friends either. They hadn't stopped by to see her once and there had been no evidence that they have even been by while she was asleep. Pansy hadn't really expected Draco, Blaise or Theo to given what had happened but she had expected Daphne, Milicent, Tracy or Astoria. She figured they would understand. Yet, they hadn't stopped by once. The one time she really needed her friends, they had abandoned her.
The only one who had paid any attention to her was Ron Weasley. That poor, blood-traitorous Gryffindor who was too noble for his own bloody good. She tried to hand over his best friend to Voldemort only months ago and here he was – the only person to visit her.
Turning her head to see if he had gone, the single white rose laying on her homework caught her eyes. She struggled to fight back the tears as her body started to give into the reaction. Clutching tightly to her sheets, she wondered why he hadn't forsaken her.
Everyone else had.
Pansy finally gave into the losing battle as she started to sob violently as she watched him walk away.
He was just like everyone else.
She wasn't worth paying any attention to now that she had no purpose in life. She was nothing. She had no name, no money, no looks -- nothing.
She found herself wishing that Weasley had just let her die in that astronomy tower.