I like to make believe.

I know you wouldn't expect it—something so juvenile and innocent coming from someone who's…well…not exactly either of those things.

But it's true.

Most times, I'll pretend that I'm a super hero. Or rather, a super villain.

It doesn't particularly matter, as long as I have an indestructible source of great power.

I'll pretend that I'm in command, and I'll play with my little toy troops. Testing them. Turning them against each other.

I may wonder – occasionally, of course – if there's a small chance that they'll ever turn against me. Me, Draco Malfoy, this untouchable greatness that they all fear, loathe, envy, and admire—all at the same time.

Once upon a blue moon will find me deep in thought, wondering if they can see through me, through this act of mine, and if they mock me. My fists will clench. I'll see red. My entire being will shake. But, no, I will never lose face.

Because I am Draco Malfoy.

And these are just my little toy troops.

Sometimes, I'll pretend that all is right, when actually; it couldn't be farther from it.

I'll allow myself to be pushed into a corner. I'll allow the darkness to blanket my skin.

I won't let it in, just as I won't let my struggles show.

I'll pretend that I'm in no danger. I'll stand as tall as I can. I'll keep my chin raised up high in the air.

Because I'm still the owner of it all.

And I'm not finished playing pretend.

So I'll laugh.

My eyes as bright as nightfall, I'll laugh and sneer and poke and prod at my enemy's weak spots.

I'll find the shaft of light at the end of the tunnel.

Sometimes, when I find I can't have something that I want, I'll pretend to hate it.

I'll scrunch my face up in distaste and turn myself away from any possibility of ever gaining it.

Because I know, being the sly, clever Slytherin I am, I will find a way to get what I want.

The fresh batch of cookies made just before dinner. The answers to a pop-quiz. Father's attention.

Harry Potter.

I know I'll just be punished for it later, so it's better to push any chance away.

Sometimes I'll pretend that I'm not alone.

I'll be in the Room of Hidden Things, trying to fix that bloody vanishing cabinet, and I'll surround myself in dusty furnishings and faded photos. I'll close my eyes, open my mouth, and sing into the very emptiness that surrounds me—filling it to the brim with sound. I'll sway my hips to the flashes of light, the sights…the ever-changing colors.

And I can let myself pretend to be happy.

I don't exactly know where this came from. I've been thinking of a possible "beginning" of sorts for a Drarry (HarryxDraco) story for some time now. (If you're homophobic or don't believe in the pairing, please keep that to yourself.) This seems to be the perfect way to start it, (for the plot I'm thinking of) but I just...don't know.

Meh.

Anyways, I know I haven't posted anything in a really long time, but I've been really sick as of late. Between strep throat, fatigue, chronic migraines, sinus infections, and mono, I just haven't found the inspiration to write. Depressing and lame, I know.

Okay, enough with my boring life. Thank you for reading!~

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