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Soulless

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 soulless.

If you think that I'm overreacting; have the last few paragraphs taught you nothing? I am no normal teenager.

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