you never fit in much, did you?

always the o d d o n e o u t , weren't you?

green in a {broken}family of red.

they all had their definingmark.

but, maybeyours was abit too {defining}.

-:-

you think maybemaybemaybe you should have been a Malfoy.

you think maybemaybemaybe you could have fit in there.

you think maybemaybemaybe you would have been accepted.

because the Malfoys weren't harryginnyjameslily/redgoldredgryffindor.

the Malfoys were dracoastoriascorpius-greensilvergreenslytherin.

-:-

harry was the boywholived. [definingmark.]

ginny was the daughterfromafamilyfullofsons. [definingmark.]

james was the starquidditchplayer. [definingmark.]

lily was the favoritechild. [definingmark.]

you are just a s n a k e from a family of l i o n s .

[and you hate it, don't you…?]

-:-

but, wait, what's this?

you're rippingtearingopening your H o g w a r t s letter for your seventh {last} year.

little lily, all wrappedtangledintertwined with [yourgodbrother] teddy, stares in shock at the gleamingbadge, emblazoned with the shining words HEAD BOY, that cascades to the floor from your envelope.

"But James wasn't even HEAD BOY!"

the two {little} syllables are ringing in your ears, and you can't even think.

allofasudden, you're betterbetterbetter.

&& Merlin, it feels fantastic.

-:-

for the nextyear, you prance around Hogwarts {your r e a l home} like you're something better, like you're kingoftheschool [except you are, so it's okay, right?]

what you don't realize is that everyone is runningleavingescaping from the power-hungry Potter boy with the gleamingbadge seemingly glued to his robes.

so, you just k e e p feedingoffof the power {sillycrazyinsanestupid?} Headmaster McGonagall gave you.

Oh, darling, you're drowning yourself in the power, and you're dragging your brokenfamily downdowndownwith you.

-:-

finally, you graduate.

lonelyscaredweak{powerless.}

not even your supposed bestfriend scorpius stays byyourside.

your brandnew definingmark is gonegonegone, so rudely torn from you and passed off to isaac davies.

you realize, sitting in your dingy flat, a half-empty bottle of firewhiskey clutched in your hand, that you're no king.

james is the king.

lily is the princess.

teddy is the knightinshiningarmor.

&& there's no room for a starving prince.

-:-

"This has to stop, Albus."

"It's getting rather ridiculous."

"Get out of your flat."

"Chloe stopped by Uncle Harry's to see you, y'know."

-:-

to everyone's surprise, it's fiery Molly {the second}, your leastfavoritecousin, who finally pulls you out of your stupor.

.

her name is on an endlessloop in your mind.

she's all honeycurls&&chocolateeyes&&legsthatgoonformiles.

you can't help but remember stolenkisses under moonlitskies in the [astronomytower].

&& when her glossy bloodred lips c o l l i d e with yours in the middleoftheleakycauldron, you can't help but think that, maybemaybemaybe, you're a prince afterall, and [perhaps] she's your definingmark.

[a/n]: Anything you recognize, I don't own. THIS SUCKS SO BADLY. Review & Draco's father won't know…(; –R.