A/N: Hello everyone! I have changed this just a titchy bit, because I'm actually making it into a proper story! It started off as a poem-ficlet thing, but now I'm turning it into a full-blown short story. Probably. I'm not sure how many chapters it's going to but, please, remember to review.

Disclaimer: This is the only one in the story, so don't expect me to write anymore. I own NOTHING. Apart from the plot. All characters, names and things (apart from a few spells that I may invent myself) belong to the simply marvellous JK Rowlinng. :::HinthintDON'TSUEhinthint:::

~~~~~~~~ There Is No Such Thing As Perfection ~~~~~~~~

Prologue

I look at myself in the mirror

I know I shouldn't

I know that all I'll see is him

But I do

I peer into dull grey eyes

So cold and uncaring

Fair-blonde manky hair

So white it's almost like a halo

Awful cheekbones

Too thin, too high

But the eyes . . . those eyes

I hate him

I hate my father

And I am exactly like him

Cold, cruel, uncaring

Me and him are one and the same

Only I'm worse

I hate him

I hate myself

I hate myself so much it hurts

Because I grew up to be almost everything he is

That's just what he wanted

But is it enough?

No

Satisfactory, maybe

But never enough

It's all I can do not to murder him

Every time he tells me . . .

"Tuck your shirt in,

Stand up straight

Mind your manners, boy

Don't speak to me in that insolent tone

You need to lose weight, boy

You look worse and worse everyday

Draco, what's the matter with you?

Why can't you be perfect?

Why?

I was, when I was your age

Why can't you be perfect?"

Well, daddy

Although I'm not good on the outside

I can be good on the inside

I can

If you'd just let me

But you can't be good both inside and out

Some people can

But not me

Because, in your opinion of me

There is no such thing as perfection

I will never be perfect

And I never was

Remember . . .

There is no such thing as perfection