Yo listen up here's a story.
About a little guy that lives in a blue world.
And all day and all night and everything he see's is just blue
Like him, Inside and Outside.
Because Draco was blue.
The wind ruffled his platinum hair as he stood outside with his hands in his pockets.
His father was throwing a little party inside the Malfoy Manor.
A party for death eaters.
He couldn't take it anymore.
I mean it was always the dark lord this and the dark lord that.
And people often thought that he despised Potter and his friends because of their fame
And what not.
But the truth was that they had everything.
Potter: Freakin' awesome seeker.
Weaselbee: How he got the girl, and got to be Quidditch Captain.
And of course the mudblood. Try as he might, he could never, ever, beat her in any
Subject or test. But most of all, those three could do the one thing he longed to the most.
Stand up against Voldemort.
And then he suddenly got an idea. An outrageous idea. He glanced at his manor, a little
Guiltily.
For he was thinking to run. Run as far as he could from this wretched house and
Their ways.
Where? He didn't know.
But anywhere could be better then this, this, torture.
And so with another quick glance behind his shoulder, he ran.
He ran as fast as he could. Because he didn't want his whole life to be
Blue.
A/N Ok I wrote this at 12 in the morning so sorry if it isn't awesome. Please review though. It makes me happy! Oh and um.. should I continue this? I have a couple ideas... Give me some suggestions please!