Pretty
a pretty a day
(and every fades)
is here and away
(but born are maids
to flower an hour
in all,all)
Pretty, pretty, oh so pretty.
That's my life. Prettiest girl at Hogwarts, deserving of only one adjective. I wonder if Harry would think I was pretty now? On all fours, taking it as hard as I can get it, grunting like a pig and begging like a whore.
It's pathetic, I know, but what else is there?
Pretty, pretty, oh so pretty.
When you're the prettiest girl in the room, the boys are too afraid to touch you and the girls secretly hate you. No one would touch me and I was 17 and dying for a shag. Fucking a Slytherin isn't so bad.
Pretty, pretty, oh so pretty.
When Millicent Bulstrode came up behind me outside the greenhouses late at night and shoved me onto the ground, it all seemed right. The ugliest girl and the prettiest girl.
Pretty, pretty, oh so pretty.
She pushed my face into the earth and I tasted dirt and hot, coppery blood as my lip split against my teeth. I tried to get up but she pushed her knee into my back and yanked my robes up around my hips. When she pulled down my knickers, I desperately wriggled under her hands, but there was no escape. She just held my neck in her big, rough hands and squeezed.
"I'll do what I want with you," she whispered in my ear. "If you try to get away again, I'll choke you within an inch of your life." She giggled at herself. "Choked Chang."
Pretty, pretty, oh so pretty.
I didn't beg or plead or anything so pitiful. I just raised my arse in the air, offering her my cunt in a silent form of submission. She groaned and then she forced two fingers inside me, poking, prodding, thrusting. I bit my lip and tasted fresh blood.
"You..." she grunted. She pressed her thumb onto my clit.
I felt myself get wet and the pain eased. She added another finger.
"Are..." She bit my neck, large, dull teeth sinking into my flesh.
I felt my hips begin to buck into her, fucking her back. Her thumb slid easily along my swollen clit.
"So..."
I could hear the slippery sounds her fingers made as they pumped into me. In, out, in, out. Faster.
"Fucking..."
No, no, please don't say it. God, don't let her say it.
"Ugly."
I came with a grunt and a squeal and bursts of dark light behind my eyes like black roses. She left me there, shaking and raw in the dirt.
Pretty, pretty, oh so pretty.
My lip was swollen for days and my knees scratched and bruised, but I never told anyone how it happened. Didn't go see Pomfrey either -- I savoured the pain.
And I savour it again and again, as only a pretty girl can.