A/N: Its kind of a funny format, but I hope you enjoy it even more because of it. Sorry for any mistakes.
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Perfect
Malfoy's are perfect. Their pale skin.
The
Gray eyes and fine blonde hair. No
Dirty
Mudblood or muggle can compete with the
Blood
Flowing beneath our veins. I am a Malfoy
In
My head, my heart and my soul. In
My
Everything. The blood in my
Veins
Proud and pure
Is More Than Proof.
Some days I remember
When my father was home,
There was no touch of his hand.
No warmth in his arms.
He held no affection
For himself, my mother, nor myself.
There was only the feel of his cane.
Other days I can only think
Of the proud man,
Head high, back straight.
Holding the world in his hands.
Pulling the strings in his favor.
And I hope one day
To be just like my father.
When I was younger,
My mother would dress me in clothes
That were the best money could buy.
And I would play,
Ignoring the anger behind the door to my right.
All I could hear.
Were her screams.
As I grew older
I saw less of my mother's beautiful face
And more of the large empty rooms in Malfoy manor.
'Don't coddle him.'
My father taught her.
And through her he taught me
That Malfoy's don't show affection.
The day came when I would board 9 3/4.
Then
I would enter the halls of Hogwarts.
There
I knew would be my chance to excel. This
Was
Where I could be the perfect Malfoy.
The
Smartest and the most popular. I'd be the
Boy
Of every envy. The one
Who
Everyone wanted to be friends with. I had
Lived
For this day. And there would be no one
Who Would Ruin It.
He was gold.
He shone brightly
In his red Gryffindor robes.
Behind his glasses he was
Brilliant and talented.
He was strong. He was
Everything I was supposed to be.
I was the moon,
Pale and dull in the glow of the sun.
But in the dungeons I could rule.
Cool where he was charming.
I would be cruel instead of kind.
I'd be the perfect Slytherin
If I could be nothing else.
We all know the story.
The classic tale of our rivalry.
Our first year
To our last one in Hogwarts.
His friends and my followers.
And despite my best effort,
He always came out ahead.
The very last day,
Had me watching the newly built school,
As it grew smaller and smaller.
My palms pressed hard against the glass
As my adolescent memories were left behind.
Along with all my wrongs.
And there was new hope.
Another glass of alcohol was
There
Burning its way down my throat. Where
Is
The Malfoy pride as I drown? There's
No
Pride, no redemption for those against the
Light
And its victory. There was no hope
For
The losers of war. When He fell, so did
Those
Who had been faithful and fearful. We
Lost
Everything for following
In The Darkness.
Dark eyes glared drunkenly.
'What are you doing here?'
Whiskey tickled the man's breath
His hand's clenched.
His fingers whitened
With a desire
To lash out at me.
'I have every right
To be wherever I please.'
Nose turned upward
I tried my best for a
Malfoy trademark sneer.
It had little affect
Against intoxicated anger.
Common black hair covered his head.
Another firm, broad chest.
More scarred flesh.
I did not know this man.
But I recognized his face.
His was the
Face of my redemption.
'We don't want scum like you here.'
With a swing of his fist
Alcohol drenched my clothes.
My climbing to my feet seemed to be
Reason enough for him to
Connect with my jaw,
Breaking me down.
A hush fell through the bar.
Every eye watched our scene.
And suddenly my laughter
Broke the blanket of silence.
Laughter at my stupidity
For thinking I could
Be allowed in public.
I chuckled softly.
Then I bellowed loudly.
At my own foolishness.
The audacity of my thinking
That a Deatheater could walk around
Out in the open
Without any harm.
His hard fists swung down on me.
But no strike could bring
Silence to my mouth.
Blood spilt from my cracked nose
Yet I could not stop.
I could not end
The sound of my insanity.
I should have seen it coming.
The
Situation called to the
Kindness
Of his nature. To those courageous ways
Of
His. Even now, in a random bar, he'd find
An
Opportunity to humiliate his
Enemy
And a cocky hero
Is The Worst To Bare
The man was thrown off me,
Sent tumbling against bar stools.
Green eyes I hadn't seen in over a year
Burned in disgust
For the violence of the man or the pathetic
Malfoy on the floor
I did not want to know.
Words were exchanged
Words I could not hear or understand
Even though my laughter had finally ceased.
Giving way to heavy breathing.
I registered only that I was moving
Into cold air.
Then into nothing.
Running water woke my ears.
For a moment I could see
My mother's face with a faint smile
As she prepared me a bath.
One of the few tasks
My father
Would allow her.
When I heard a loud, manly cough
The fog disappeared.
And I was forced to remember
The outburst in the bar.
The too familiar anger and voice.
And then approaching
Into the unknown.
Though the unknown did not seem
Quite so fearsome as I lounged
On a fresh leather coach.
In the darkness I could see
The outline of a small apartment.
Leave it to Potter to
Bring home the enemy.
As I eyed the room,
I did not fail to notice the lack of damage
To my physical body.
No blood or bruises on my fair skin.
Being so intelligent
I easily gathered that Potter had
Healed the damage.
As my attention reverted back to my surroundings
I noticed that the small living area
Was decorated in browns and blacks.
The mudblood must have decorated
If Potter's attire had been any indication.
"Not the red and gold you were expecting?"
My thoughts exactly.
Potter. The Chosen One.
The Boy Who Lived.
The boy who always out shined me.
The man that had saved me from fire.
That had reached out and saved my life
No, he just couldn't
Let me burn for my mistakes.
As a child I had everything.
He
Had nothing. I was rich and handsome,
Made
To be the hero, made to have all the glory.
It
Was hardly fair. One could just
Look
Between the two of us and tell
So
Easily. The choice should've been
Easy
Enough. So why was it he who was
Being The Hero
When I was a child
I dreamt of being a hero.
Rescuing Princesses. A victor of the people.
But instead of a hero, I continue to be a victim.
It is just as well.
I've long ago learned,
Malfoy's aren't hero material.
I never believed I would be
The villain. The man in
All black, under a
Comedic mustache. The bad guy.
I wasn't supposed to be a joke.
A humorous villain
To the real hero.
I never meant to decorate
My body in black robes,
To mask my face behind a mask.
It hid my fear, the tattoo marking my cowardice.
The world made me a villain.
My fear
Made me a slave.
The Dark Mark on
My flesh is proof
That I sold myself, mind, body and soul.
The price for another day.
There is no coming back.
There is no peace from
The burden I wear.
As for the boy who lived?
This man made my heart speed.
Made my fingers itch
With the years of jealousy.
My lips sneered. I was,
Once again, Finally
A true Malfoy.
I could not comprehend it.
My mind could not fathom it.
As we stood facing each other
I tried to make sense
Of our lives. But I all I could think was that
I was a Malfoy,
I was perfect.
End Chapter 1
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