Title: Malfoys Don't Show Weaknesses
Rating: K
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Draco Malfoy
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 392
Summary: Song-fic to Fireflies by Owl City. Draco is all alone.
Notes:

The Great Maze Chall/Comp: The Hogwarts choir is out here, shivering the cold and forgotten by Professor Flitwick. Maybe Set Fire to the Rain by Adele might warm them up. If they don't like that, sing them Fireflies by Owl City.

As Much As You Can Competition

Represent the Character II

Written for Alyssialui: Winner of Round 5 of Pairing of the Week Drabble Competition


Draco sits alone in his room, staring at the walls. His father is at work, busy ruling the Ministry with an iron fist, or at least that's what he always tells Draco. His mother is away from the manor, having lunch with her friends, other ladies who are married to prominent Pure-bloods.

Draco is being watched by house elves as his parents forget the fact that they have a son sometimes. Or that's what it seems like in Draco's young mind. He can't remember the last time he sat down to a meal with them or even talked to them for more than a couple of minutes. And on his father's part, it's only to ask how his studies are going. Draco's expected to be at the top of his class at Hogwarts so the eight-year old is already studying what he'll learn when he's a first year.

His eyes droop as he struggles to stay awake. Even though he's sitting up, he's still struggling to not fall asleep.

Draco has been struggling with falling asleep. He knows many little kids have nightmares, but that's not what Draco is dealing with. It would make more sense if it was.

As the Malfoy heir, he has a lot of pressure put on him by his parents. He has many familial expectations that he's forced to contend with, and it weighs heavily on him. He tosses and turns at night, trying to push away his fears.

His mind continuously whispers, though. The words haunt him. You're not good enough. You'll never be good enough.

By the time he manages to fall asleep, the sun's already rising in the sky. He manages to get three or four hours of sleep before a house elf pops into his room to wake him.

Draco closes his eyes tight against the relentless onslaught of the words in his mind. For a moment, he wishes he was like other wizarding kids. He wishes he could go to his father and mother with his fears. He wishes that he could tell them and they'd comfort him, promising him that everything will be all right. He knows he can't, though. That's not an option for him. Malfoys don't show any sign of weakness, not even to their own parents.

He'll continue dealing with it on his own. That's what Malfoys do.