Just a short piece on what would happen if Draco went half insane and half figured out the truth.
I remember laughing when father told me he hated me, 16 years into life. I remember he shook me and screamed at me so I would tell him why I had just laughed. I was supposed to be sobbing on the floor and telling him I was sorry.
That summer was about the time I realized that 75 of the earth was against me and the rest didn't realize I existed. So I ran, away and up to my bedroom. Where I collapsed on my bed and laughed.
"Yes, Crucio is nothing compared to the words I hate you!"I screamed down the steps, voice soaked with sarcasm. Who else remembers listening to their mother sobbing hysterically and rocking herself back and forth to try to push the insanity away? Me.
Pompous Draco Malfoy who watched his mother go insane from day 1. And I wouldn't take the mark. I wouldn't let them touch my skin. Knowing I lived in a world where the only person I loved was myself and the only person who loved me was….me.
They said I didn't look to good when I returned. Hair mussed, disheveled and lazy eyed. And I laughed at them, just stood there and told each and every one of those Death Eater minions how stupid they were. They hated me after that.
Naturally word of what I'd said passed around the whole school and I sat alone at lunch, at my corner of the table. Laughing alone. Father said it took to long to realize I was useless. No one was complaining when I stood up in the middle of potions and practically flew out of the door.
But damned Potter came after me. Grabbed me by the shoulder and flipped me around. He tackled me to the ground with an angry look in his eyes. I just lay there underneath him and chuckled softly in my little sanity. "Trying to kill me, Potter?"
I asked in a low voice that seemed to have an air of hilarity. He lowered his face next to mine to whisper in my ear. "Your not the only one whose realized it, Malfoy. The insanity's growing." All I could do was nod because there was some kind of
understanding in our silence but he still looked angry. Mad. "Why?" He finally asked in a rasped voice. I looked up at him, confused. "Why what?" I replied in a lazy, sleepy tone. "Why didn't you take the effing mark?"
He yelled with narrowed brows, his lips quivering. A hiccup escaped my lips before a laugh. I reached out an arm to glance at it and smiled, feebly. "I would never have anything that ugly touch my skin."
Fathers words rang in my mind but I pushed them back as I looked back up at Boy Wonder. This time two people were smiling.
And Draco hardly ever laughed alone again.
Fin
I think they both deserve it what with Draco's father's punishments.
Miss Rain