When A Heart Breaks, It Don't Break Even.

StoryGirl.

Pansy/Ron.

Forever.

She longed to see him, wished that the circumstances they were both under were different, for an actual relationship between them to be able to take place.

But nothing changed. She still dreamed about him coming to her rescue, of them, Pansy and Ron, riding happily off into the sunset.

Soon, as time passed, however slowly, she forgot about him. It hurt her, to be fair, but she needed the pain. She needed to forget Ronald Weasley, and everything about him.

Pansy had to carry on, and forget the crack aching to be filled in her broken heart.

Still, as she lay down to her eternal slumber, it was on him that her last thought was wasted.

She would love him forever.

It was her destiny.

Already Gone.

He left in the dead of night, leaving her sleeping peacefully on the bed, black curls scattered over the pillow. A tear trickling down his freckled cheek, he stifled a sob, taking on last long look at his wife, before disappearing.

He had to leave. He had, by marrying her and securing happiness, ruined her worth.

He had made her sob her heart out, for hours on end, broken her fragile heart with his words, and ultimately shattered her soul.

He had ruined her.

Pansy.

He had made up his mind. He had to leave, even if it hurt him to.

That thought in mind, Ron was already gone.

He would love her from afar.

Waking Up In Vegas.

Their love had been a gamble, a lucky roll of the dice. He hadn't deserved her, someone as beautiful, smart and as perfect as Pansy was.

So, they had taken the odds, and married, which had been blissful, for a while. The ceremony had been a small, private affair.

Then, something inside of Pansy had snapped.

She didn't really love him. It had been a sham, a ploy, one that couldn't continue for much longer, or she would burst.

She had annulled the marriage, and left, leaving him heart-broken. He caught rare glimpses of her, in the street, or in stores, but never was brave enough to talk to her.

Pansy taunted him by appearing on the covers of several magazines, several different eligible bachelors hanging of her arm.

The dice had rolled.

And Ron had lost everything.

Rehab.

She was his drug, an addiction he could never recover from. Just the faint smell of her intoxicating perfume brought him down to his knees.

How could a girl do this to him? How was it possible?

Desperate for an answer, for the torture to stop, he had cornered her, and hungrily, smashed his lips against hers.

The result of that kiss had been a resounding slap on the cheek. Then he had known, understood fully, that she did not feel the same way as he did.

He had tried to wean himself off of her, with little success. She was a drug, and he, shamelessly, was addicted to her.

Ron Weasley wouldn't go to rehab.

Pansy was his salvation, a light in the darkness.

If only she opened her eyes and realized.

They were destined to save each other.

Single.

The music, however loud and horrible, made her swing her hips to the beat happily. Smirking, her red-painted lips pouting, she latched onto a red-haired man, pulling him closer to her.

She hummed along to the music, staring into the strange man's bright baby blue eyes. Smiling, she rested her head onto his shoulder, her perfume tickling his nose.

Michael wasn't worth it. Finally, after months of heartbreak, she had realized that fact. Michael was trash, not even worthy of kissing her feet.

She was single now, and free to play the field, and have all the fun she licked whilst doing that.

The man lifted her head up to stare into her brown eyes lustfully.

She smiled.

Pansy Parkinson wouldn't be single for much longer.

The songs used in this chapter were:

Forever- Vertical Horizon.

Already Gone- Kelly Clarkson.

Waking Up In Vegas- Katy Perry.

Rehab- Rihanna.

Single- Neyo.