Everybody knew Ron Weasley had it for the Golden Girl.

Nobody missed the glances he sent her way when thought the coast was clear, or whatever that ridiculous muggle phrase is.

I assume he thought nobody saw him blush when she paid him a compliment.

I guess he thought nobody could see the scarlet return to his cheeks when she gave him a hug at the end of every year.

I've heard talk, talk from teachers and students both about how they were "meant to be together."

Apparently every time Granger said told him to do his bloody homework and he picked a fight about it, it was playful banter, and really, honestly, it means that they're in love.

Nobody ever thought that maybe she wanted to forge a new path for herself. Why would the smartest witch in our year want an intellectual equal, after all, when she could have Ronald Bleeding Weasley?

Potter, I can to some level, relate to. He has lost everything, but his attitude is not appealing to me. I am not to dive into the pool of self pity he's cooked up for himself. Maybe I would, if he wasn't so damn cocky. I do, however, know what it's like to have a hard life.

Granger, Granger I understand. She's has been put down, and has since risen to the occasion. She works hard to prove that even though her bloodline is filthy, it does not affect her capabilities. Don't tell anyone, but I've grown to admire that about the girl.

But Weasley, Weasley I cannot begin to comprehend. He has two mildly intelligent, talented friends, and somehow gets the credit for their actions every time they save the day. He gets angry because he's not in the spot light all the time. When their all staring at Potter he wishes they were staring at a gash on his forehead, but they're just not. Maybe if he wants some credit he should do something for himself.

He gets angry when she doesn't notice him.

But then again, he gets angry when Severus speaks down to her, or when I call her names. And it's just so endearing that he can't keep his temper then, isn't it?

They thought nobody would notice when they started their games. While he was shagging the Brown girl to get a rise out of her and she was snogging McClaggen to spite him. Oh, and it was just rich when Potter and Weasley started dating too. What an adorable little posse they were going to make once Weasley and Granger finally got together.

The hating Draco Malfoy game has just gotten more fun over the years, eh? Why don't we hire his own house elves to stalk him? I thought Granger had started that B.A.R.F. program or whatever against house elf labor. What of that? No, as long as we're going against the bad guy, nobody cares, right?

I mean, there has to be a villain in the story, doesn't there always? And we're too caught up in our own lives to look at the world through his eyes, aren't we?

And yet, everybody still thinks they're so damn compassionate and considerate. Maybe of each other, but I don't see them fending for the Slytherins of the school. Everybody thinks we're behind the demise of School Unity, but the Gryffindors are just as bad as we. I dare you to tell me they don't judge purebloods as being 'snobbish' or 'evil' if they don't know them. We all judge each other, whether it be about blood or of house. Brilliant, Incompetent, Brave, and Evil. They might as well come up with simpler names for the houses. I mean, we're all prejudiced. It's just that one of us was dubbed 'evil' and the other 'good.'

Maybe if they hadn't made cracks at my father, or rejected my friendship and pushed my boundaries, things could have been different. You decided my fate for me before I had even committed to it myself. It was you who made me become my father. Maybe if I had been given a second chance, things could have been different. Maybe your beloved headmaster would still be alive.

I mean, who deserves to be judged at eleven anyway?

I was bred to be the arrogant little kid that I was.

A kid, yes, even Draco Malfoy was a child at one time. Vulnerable. Afraid. Using the only things he was taught to try and make friends.

Was it my fault that my father was heartless?

When all I was taught was superiority and ruthlessness, how could you expect any different to come from me at the beginning?

Every time I see that damned Molly Weasley drag all hundred of her children down to the train, I'm always jealous of Weasley, if only for a second. All the warmth, and love, it radiates off of them. It's thick, almost visible. They share their love with Potter, and Granger too. It stings to feel it every year. It mocks me. So I avenge my self, so I call the woman a chunker, it's the least I can do after they stab me like that.

"Draco, how is school?"

"Fine, Mother."
That's the extent of my chat over the Christmas holidays.

But why would the Golden Bloody Trio think of that? Why, when they could be thinking of saving the world, and pitying themselves for having to do it?

How easy Draco Malfoy's life must be.

Dumb and smart. Devastatingly handsome, and Weasley. All of us have feelings. Just because some of us mask them doesn't mean their not there.

I don't enjoy torturing muggles.

I don't enjoy planning to kill someone I know people love.

But by the time I began to think for myself, I had already been judged. Branded. Exiled, from the life of the loving.

To love and to be loved in return, I am told, is like feeling the sun shine from both sides.

I'm living in a damned igloo here, all alone, and for not being cheery all the time I'm called heartless. How could you be nice when those who fear you do not speak to you and those who do not despise you?

They're not coming back to school next year, the three of them.

Potter broke Weasley's heart. The little one, she always showed spunk, I understood her as well. Granger and Weasley Senior are finally starting to figure out their relationship.

And because I was driven to my future…

Pressured to be what I was destined to become,

They all hate me more, for killing their leader.

Granger is in love with him though, and they're helping each other to get through it.

But who is helping me?

Who is helping me deal with myself, for doing something I can never forget? All this time I have been talking evil, but never have I really done something like this.

I have finally proved my reputation. And it is the most regrettable thing I have ever done.

Ironic thing is, if I would've never been given such a reputation, I wouldn't have been driven to fulfill it.

I hate what I am becoming. I hate the coldness in this life. I wish for once I was one of the Weasleys. Or even Potter, who has no parents at all, but still gets more affection then me.

Or Granger, who's brilliant and kind and terribly in love.

Any of their lives would be better than this.

I watched from afar as they all comforted each other at the funeral.

The funeral I was responsible for.

Everybody saw Weasley patting her hair. Easing her pain.

But nobody saw me, hidden in the shadows.

Tears lining my porcelain cheeks.

Nobody hugged me, showed me empathy.

Nobody shared my pain.

Everybody relates to the good guy for saving the day and being kind.

But nobody helps the bad guy change. Nobody consoles him after he's done wrong. Nobody loves him.

Alas, love.

Everbody knew Weasley had it for the Golden Girl.

But nobody knew Draco Malfoy did too.