Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters don't belong to me… they belong to J.K. Rowling who is, personally, my absolute favorite among the modern authors… So don't sue me… I'm just an innocent, poor person…
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I really can't believe that he died like that… just like that…
He was quite brave to do such a thing for us all… It's too bad he had to risk it all and not come back to claim a bit of a reward… It's too bad I couldn't apologize…
He was annoying, yes, but he was also compassionate about magic. He always sought more but seemed to have less and less everyday. With his father, a lame and stonehearted man, he couldn't choose for himself. His mother, an uncaring and distrustful woman, couldn't take care of him and give him proper love…
Yes, in some twisted and unbelievable way, I pity him and I feel so sorry for him… It's like, we're somewhat even in this mortality.
Even though he mocked me for everything I did, said and did not do or say, I feel somehow sorry for him. His words were hollow, come to think of it. He never had a fuller voice than that of when he was leaving us—for good. He was too proud to admit it and too humble to show it. He was just the Draco that hid under that ratty and scornful costume of a Malfoy.
To me, he isn't really a Malfoy. He isn't a Riddle. He isn't a Potter either nor is he anyone else with a name here on earth. What I'm thinking of is, that he's the true and rightful heir of Slytherin… He was the only one in that house with a better honor and position than any other… After all, he did save me…
Malfoy… Draco Malfoy… I still remember that rotten smirk of his; that horrible grin that made my blood run cold for a moment until the slimy fool was gone.
I can't believe it at all! A Malfoy saving a Potter! And that Malfoy died in the act! It's stupid actually but… he gave his life…
Malfoy never really said sorry about anything and never really showed any emotion at all unless you count his mockery an emotion. He never ever apologized or even showed some respect and humility to anyone. He always liked to show off. He'd show off anything he could get his hands on that could stir the crowd a bit! It was like he wanted the attention because he didn't have any at all…
That's what I think… the fool of a boy went with us but we didn't really want him involved… I thought he had helped enough and that he was better off staying in the castle where his father or his 'master' could not harm him greatly.
But then… he left… and he never came back alive…
I admit, though he insulted me so much and laughed and hollered at me even more, I miss the jerk… I miss his terrible and evil grins. I miss his mocking laughter. I miss his trip-ups and mistakes. I miss his smirks at our own mistakes. I miss his ugly hair popping out of the crowd because of all the gel and stuff. I miss his horrible eyes that point daggers at you. I unwittingly admit, I miss him… the stupid and worthless bloody git that he is…
People say, that in the end of it all and you're left alone, you miss and want the things that are gone to come back. Even if you've sworn you wanted that thing to just disappear one day and never return, no matter how annoying or how evil it is, you sort of want it back. I completely agree.
Draco Malfoy was such a slimy child and he always strutted around proudly with those two hounds behind him. The Slytherins for some reason always loved him. I never could understand why… until now… I guess…
I always wished and hoped that someday, the annoying pest would drop dead at that moment. I found out that that was wrong to say. I didn't expect it to happen like that… Being killed—murdered—by his own father and master…
Somehow, it shouldn't be me the one apologizing but it should be him. He should really be the one to run up to us and beg on hands and knees and saying 'I'm so sorry!' over and over again. I think now, that it is wrong to do that and to think of that. I should be the one to beg for forgiveness from him. Even though he called me a mudblood countless times already…
Come to think of it, he never told us why he jumped in there and helped Harry… He never told us anything about his past… He never told us why he teased us though we most probably knew why—jealousy. He never smiled at us… Actually, he never smiled a true and genuine smile. He never looked happy and I really want to know why. I really wanted to know and still want to know about him… He seems so distant, sometimes even a bit too distant…
And yes, I do miss him… his being obnoxious and all… we wouldn't be here alive or even be here at all if it wasn't for his taunts—his challenges. We would've grown too soft and wouldn't have realized that there are people out there that don't like us. That we aren't perfect either.