Perfect
Disclaimer: The song Perfect belongs to Alanis Morsette. Draco belongs to his owner.
Draco sat atop his bed in his in just his silky Slitherin boxers. It'd be an hour or two before the sun rose for the day, but he didn't seem to care. Sleep hadn't really settled him down. Today was a hard enough day as it was. He had three tests, one in Potions he remembered, and his father coming to see him.
// Sometimes is never quite enough // If you're flawless, then you'll win my love //
But his father was coming to see him. To check up on his son. To see if he was living up to everything he expected his Draco to be. After all, he was a Malfoy.
// Be a good boy // Try a little harder // You've got to measure up // And make me prouder //
The letter was bad enough telling him that his grades were low. His father was expecting him to be just like him. Draco ran a hand through his hair. He was expected to take over his father's position when he was old enough, which would be soon.
// How long before you screw it up // How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up? // With everything I do for you // The least you can do is keep quiet //
He was expected to be part of the Death Eaters coven. Serve the Dark Lord like his father did. He didn't want to, but he always did what was told of him just so he could possibly have a sliver of affection from his father. To have him be proud of him. But sometimes, there just weren't enough things to make his father proud.
// Be a good girl // You gotta try a little harder // That simply wasn't good enough // To make us proud //
Even his mother shunned him if she didn't think he was making her proud. But his thoughts darkened even more.
// I'll live through you // I'll make you what I never was // If you're the best, then maybe so am I // Compared to him, compared to her // I'm doing this for your own damn good // You'll make up for what I blew //
Draco wiped tears that began to spill down his cheeks.
// What's the problem? Why are you crying? //
He wanted his parents to love him. To be proud of him for everything he did, despite whether or not it was perfect.
// Be a good boy // Push a little farther now // That wasn't fast enough // To make us happy //
He grabbed his cloths and slipped them on. Then he grabbed his robes and put them on. He looked around quickly and looked into his mirror. His eyes were a little red from the few tears that had been spilled. He combed his hair back and tried to put up the best façade that he'd need today until his father came.
// We'll love you just the way you are... //
He grabbed his books and headed out his door to the Slytherin Common Room. He stopped in the doorway to look at the only picture frame that held his family. He sniffled for a brief moment then turned back around and left his room for good.
//If you're perfect //
Disclaimer: The song Perfect belongs to Alanis Morsette. Draco belongs to his owner.
Draco sat atop his bed in his in just his silky Slitherin boxers. It'd be an hour or two before the sun rose for the day, but he didn't seem to care. Sleep hadn't really settled him down. Today was a hard enough day as it was. He had three tests, one in Potions he remembered, and his father coming to see him.
// Sometimes is never quite enough // If you're flawless, then you'll win my love //
But his father was coming to see him. To check up on his son. To see if he was living up to everything he expected his Draco to be. After all, he was a Malfoy.
// Be a good boy // Try a little harder // You've got to measure up // And make me prouder //
The letter was bad enough telling him that his grades were low. His father was expecting him to be just like him. Draco ran a hand through his hair. He was expected to take over his father's position when he was old enough, which would be soon.
// How long before you screw it up // How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up? // With everything I do for you // The least you can do is keep quiet //
He was expected to be part of the Death Eaters coven. Serve the Dark Lord like his father did. He didn't want to, but he always did what was told of him just so he could possibly have a sliver of affection from his father. To have him be proud of him. But sometimes, there just weren't enough things to make his father proud.
// Be a good girl // You gotta try a little harder // That simply wasn't good enough // To make us proud //
Even his mother shunned him if she didn't think he was making her proud. But his thoughts darkened even more.
// I'll live through you // I'll make you what I never was // If you're the best, then maybe so am I // Compared to him, compared to her // I'm doing this for your own damn good // You'll make up for what I blew //
Draco wiped tears that began to spill down his cheeks.
// What's the problem? Why are you crying? //
He wanted his parents to love him. To be proud of him for everything he did, despite whether or not it was perfect.
// Be a good boy // Push a little farther now // That wasn't fast enough // To make us happy //
He grabbed his cloths and slipped them on. Then he grabbed his robes and put them on. He looked around quickly and looked into his mirror. His eyes were a little red from the few tears that had been spilled. He combed his hair back and tried to put up the best façade that he'd need today until his father came.
// We'll love you just the way you are... //
He grabbed his books and headed out his door to the Slytherin Common Room. He stopped in the doorway to look at the only picture frame that held his family. He sniffled for a brief moment then turned back around and left his room for good.
//If you're perfect //