DISCLAIMER: Nope. Don't own Draco or any of the Harry Potter characters, nor do I claim to.
THE BEGINING: Even heroes have the right to bleed
Draco Malfoy laid in his bed. Relaxing in his emerald silk sheets he stared up at the ceiling of his dormitory.
It was 20 minutes before the Quidditch match, but Draco wasn't feeling up to it. He imagined in his head what would happen if he didn't show up? Sure, he'd probably get warned that if happened again he'd be off the team, but what else? Draco dreamed of doing things his way. Doing something unexpected. Everyone knew him as the cocky Slytherin who was afraid of nothing. Doing whatever he wanted, getting whatever he wanted.
But he was afraid. He never did anything he wanted, or got what he really wanted.
"Hey, mate!" Montague shouted interrupting his thoughts. "The games going to be starting soon! Don't you think you should get ready?" Draco looked over at the boy, whose head was peeking around the door.
He nodded and softly called, "Yeah.. I'm coming now."
Hmm. Oh Draco, who are you .. really?
