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I have a heart, I have a soul, and yes, you stereotyping bastards I
want love more than you could ever know. My name is Pansy Parkinson, and I
want the love of someone I can't have.
It's easy to say that now. For some time I was in denial. No, there
was no intervention, just a settling of emotions, like dissipating waves in
The Channel. It's not gone, no, not by a long shot. There is still the
longing to touch him and the pang in my heart when he looks at me with
those steel gray eyes, but I know there's nothing behind those eyes. Before
you go wondering what I'm rambling on about, let me lay it out for you.
I'm a Parkinson, of the Derbyshire Parkinson's. I am the soul heiress
to a flourishing business in- er- well let's call it over-seas banking, my
mother was the winner of the 79' Miss Britain contest (and almost won Miss
World, but due to an investigation in the deaths of Miss Costa Rica and
Miss U.S.A. they were forced to close the competition), and the Parkinson
line is a keystone in the interlocking destinies of the pure-blooded world.
So, needless to say, I don't suffer from any insecurity issues. If I want
it, I get it. If I need it, it's put on an express owl. So I am not purely
playing the angst filled teen with confidence issues. When I say I can't
have Draco Malfoy, I don't mean in the body. I could have shared bed with
him for the past four summers if I had wanted that. No, I want his mind. In
a soul mate I want just that, a soul shared with me. As I said, I am not
heartless. I'm just not signing up for the next Gryffindor mixer.
You must be wondering why a girl of my stature can't ensnare this
boy. If the witless princesses of lore can be caught by a dragon, surely a
tempting witch can catch her own. I've had help; believe me. Contrary to
popular belief, a Slytherin woman's virginity is not sold at her birth. She
is only cautioned, tempted, bribed, and, in the more extreme cases, put
under enchantments to affect her behavior, so that she chooses "the right"
man. (Love potions may be illegal, but behind the thick walls of mansions,
who has to know?) My "Mr. Right" has always been Draco and from the first,
I was far from apposed, but then things happened. I noticed certain
behavior and certain tell tails of only one ailment. Draco Malfoy was
If you think that I'm overreacting; have the last few paragraphs
taught you nothing? I am no normal teenager.