It's Not Easy Being Green
Slytherins. Ready to screw over anyone for anything. Caring for no one but themselves. Cunning, tricky, cynical… misunderstood
I couldn't possibly put into perspective how much I detest being in the house of Salazar Slytherin. The house that through the years has completely sectioned itself off from all the others. The house that believes it is better than all others because its blood is purer, and its families are better.
We have made ourselves the outcasts, the loners. Only free to be seen with others in our house… others like us. The other houses bond, make friendships, cheer each other on. In Quidditch, it's all of them, against us. No matter the outcome of the game, ultimately, we lose.
They wouldn't have a problem with us if I had been sorted into another house. If the sorting hat had placed me anywhere but where I am, we could be seen together. But it didn't, it placed me in Slytherin, making it impossible for the two of us to ever enjoy each others company out in the open. All we have is nighttime charades and quick glances through the halls. Even the hours at night are not enough to fulfill our need and want to see each other.
This is why I loath being a Slytherin.
Every moment of every day I sit and think of you, waiting for the time we can be together. I sit, listening to my fellow house members bad mouth your house, your friends… you. What can I do? The risk of letting them know you are mine is to great. I cannot defend you like a boyfriend would, like he should. Doing so would be social suicide. I would become not only an outcast to Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs, and Gryffindors, but an outcast to the whole school. No Slytherin wishes to be seen consorting with someone who consorts with a Gryffindor. And so I sit here, listening to them boast and brag about the terrible things they've done, or wish to do, and hope that you can forgive me because I lack the bravery to show the world I am yours.
Some day we will show them. Someday, when school labels have disappeared, and the grudges of childhood can be ignored. Who knows when that day will come? It may be a year from now, or two years from now when I have graduated, or many, when the war has come to pass. Only time will tell us when we can truly be together. Until then know that I love you.
I promise I will wait until the time is right. You will always be worth that wait, and I won't forget that. No amount of time will stop the feelings that I have for you, and I hope you can say the same. I will continue waiting for that day that you can bravely say that you are in love with Draco Malfoy, and I will not fear the result. When that day comes I will be worthy of a Gryffindor as amazing as you.