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hpfan4eva · 09-15-2007, 09:00 PM

okay, this is my first one shot. so please, dont be too harsh on me!

Her long black hair blowing in the wind as her skirts and many cloaks flew up around her gave her the look of being magical, beautiful, yet a sad beauty it was. Her black eyes held no warmth, her skin pale and lifeless as she watched the scene going on around her. Her long, white dress drug in the dirt as she walked towards it, and hot tears came down from her eyes. She found that she could no longer walk, she could go no farther. She fell to her knees, the mud splattering everywhere and on her wedding gown. She heard the giggles and the glee coming from only a few feet away. She dared look up, tears now forming a dramatic puddle on her chin, dripping down her chest and slowly onto the grass.

Hermione cuddled with him, played with his hair, and kissed him on the cheek. He turned a brilliant red, and returned her kiss on her lips, and he inhaled the lovely smell of the vanilla lip gloss she had on. He was still dressed in his wedding tuxedo, but his new wife was long forgotten. The marriage had been only a few hours ago, but he was already tired of his wife. He needed more than one lovely woman in his life, and after he had exchanged vows with the wonderful pixy with black hair that he had married, he took Hermione to the side, confessing that he truly loved her, and not Pansy Parkinson.

Pansy stood up, slowly, and made her way slowly to two. They were now connected at the lips, and she simply watched them with a terrible look on her face, waiting for them to stop and notice her. He finally pulled away, and when he saw Pansy he pushed Hermione down. Pansy felt more tears come down as he apologized, as he confessed that he had been having affairs with Hermione their whole engagement. Pansy merely stayed quiet, and cried silently to herself. He stepped forward, and brushed the tears away from her eyes. Pansy took a step back, and tripped over the fallen Hermione. The mud, it covered her now, ruining her elegant and luxurious wedding dress, and she whimpered.

“H-how could you do this to me? How could you?” was all she asked, barely heard between her dramatic sobs. Hermione stood up, and attempted to help the girl, but Pansy coiled into a ball. Hermione took the hint, and stood next to man.

“I love you, Pansy, but…I had to marry you because you were pureblood. But I love Hermione. She’s my one true love, my only love.” he whispered, and Pansy buried her face in her now brown dress. The man was a pureblood, and marrying a muggleborn would have been absurd. Marrying Pansy was going to be cover, and he would have secretly met with Hermione for the rest of his life, if Pansy had not followed him.

She felt a hand, on her shoulder and looked up to Ron Weasley, who, too, looked like he had been crying. He hugged her, and told her everything was alright, and not worry about the boy. Pansy nodded, and gently pushed the blood traitor away.

“I-I’m fine. Goodbye, Draco. Have fun with her. But please, don’t ever talk to me again,” she whispered, and Ron helped her to her feet. She could hear Ron crying as she left, his yelling at Draco and Hermione. Though she was crying, she could feel her mouth twitching into a smile as she heard Hermione burst into tears as Ron called her some of the nastiest names in the book. Pansy slowly walked away, never to see Draco’s beautiful face again.

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hpfan4eva Erkling Location: evacuating... Join Date: Apr 2007 Posts: 8,477 Hogwarts RPG Name: Katelyn Quillio Fifth Year	The Tale of a Broken Heart - Sa13+ okay, this is my first one shot. so please, dont be too harsh on me! Her long black hair blowing in the wind as her skirts and many cloaks flew up around her gave her the look of being magical, beautiful, yet a sad beauty it was. Her black eyes held no warmth, her skin pale and lifeless as she watched the scene going on around her. Her long, white dress drug in the dirt as she walked towards it, and hot tears came down from her eyes. She found that she could no longer walk, she could go no farther. She fell to her knees, the mud splattering everywhere and on her wedding gown. She heard the giggles and the glee coming from only a few feet away. She dared look up, tears now forming a dramatic puddle on her chin, dripping down her chest and slowly onto the grass. Hermione cuddled with him, played with his hair, and kissed him on the cheek. He turned a brilliant red, and returned her kiss on her lips, and he inhaled the lovely smell of the vanilla lip gloss she had on. He was still dressed in his wedding tuxedo, but his new wife was long forgotten. The marriage had been only a few hours ago, but he was already tired of his wife. He needed more than one lovely woman in his life, and after he had exchanged vows with the wonderful pixy with black hair that he had married, he took Hermione to the side, confessing that he truly loved her, and not Pansy Parkinson. Pansy stood up, slowly, and made her way slowly to two. They were now connected at the lips, and she simply watched them with a terrible look on her face, waiting for them to stop and notice her. He finally pulled away, and when he saw Pansy he pushed Hermione down. Pansy felt more tears come down as he apologized, as he confessed that he had been having affairs with Hermione their whole engagement. Pansy merely stayed quiet, and cried silently to herself. He stepped forward, and brushed the tears away from her eyes. Pansy took a step back, and tripped over the fallen Hermione. The mud, it covered her now, ruining her elegant and luxurious wedding dress, and she whimpered. “H-how could you do this to me? How could you?” was all she asked, barely heard between her dramatic sobs. Hermione stood up, and attempted to help the girl, but Pansy coiled into a ball. Hermione took the hint, and stood next to man. “I love you, Pansy, but…I had to marry you because you were pureblood. But I love Hermione. She’s my one true love, my only love.” he whispered, and Pansy buried her face in her now brown dress. The man was a pureblood, and marrying a muggleborn would have been absurd. Marrying Pansy was going to be cover, and he would have secretly met with Hermione for the rest of his life, if Pansy had not followed him. She felt a hand, on her shoulder and looked up to Ron Weasley, who, too, looked like he had been crying. He hugged her, and told her everything was alright, and not worry about the boy. Pansy nodded, and gently pushed the blood traitor away. “I-I’m fine. Goodbye, Draco. Have fun with her. But please, don’t ever talk to me again,” she whispered, and Ron helped her to her feet. She could hear Ron crying as she left, his yelling at Draco and Hermione. Though she was crying, she could feel her mouth twitching into a smile as she heard Hermione burst into tears as Ron called her some of the nastiest names in the book. Pansy slowly walked away, never to see Draco’s beautiful face again.