In life we tread our own paths, each living our own lives to the way that we see fit. Bull shit! I never wanted this life, Why would I. I wanted a career something that was mine that I could take credit for, something I had done without the family's help.
Families I hate them. All they do is criticise each other. Families are full of jealously and I don't care what any bastard says. No families perfect not even the Weasels no matter what the little girl thinks.
My life is shit, that's all I can say on it. I've never made a decision for myself; everything in my life has been predestined. I hate it all; it's my family's fault. Everything always goes back to them; they think that they know best, yeah right.
I was destined to be something different, because well I am different. If my parents hadn't pushed me into being like them well I'd be somewhere else now. Look at me, twenty years old and spending the rest of my life in Azkaban, I could have made something of my life, but no, I had to be a Death Eater.
Death Eaters load of losers, too cowardly to stand up for themselves the lot of them, bowing down to that son of a bitch who thinks he's better than the rest of us, he's no better than a mudblood, just a know it all mudblood that's what he is.
Well okay not quite a mudblood but close enough. Come on his mother was a witch I'll give him that but his dad wasn't. What right does he of all people have to tell us that our world should be filled with only pure bloods, he isn't one himself.
Maybe I should explain my story, the story nobody cares about. You see I'm just a talented pure blooded wizard who could have made a name for myself as something other than a follower, other than a Death Eater, people could have looked at me and said, there goes the one decent Malfoy there's ever been.
I was raised to think that I was better than everyone else, that I was smarter, better looking and more powerful. That's why I was a Slytherin. The things they taught me were wrong though weren't they. I wasn't the smartest, that was the mudblood Granger, not the best looking those were always the dumb Hufflepuff lot, all looks no brains. As for the most powerful, I was told not to think that around the Dark Lord.
The Dark Lord. Ha more like the Dork Lord. What a bore, kill Mudbloods, get Potter, get Dumbledore and the Order. I swear that bastard should learn there are other things to life, Merlin aint he ever seen a woman.
I was good though went along with what I was told like the good son of a bitch that I was suppose to be. Never questioned anything that father told me. When he told me that I was to reject the offer I'd had to go on and be an Auror, I rejected it and watched as the Weasel, Mudblood and Potty went off and trained up.
I married Parkinson like I was ordered, and even got her to kick out a son for me. Good wasn't I. Then came my downfall, being caught with the other Death Eaters. Caught taking the life of that bitch of a mudblood. They forced me into Azkaban.
No trial was given to me, not that it would have helped. I wasn't innocent. No I was the murderer, I had the motive behind it, we had always been enemies since our school days, why should this be any different.
So here I am, forever stuck in Azkaban thanks to the beliefs and pushing's of my family. They think that I'm the bad egg of the family, but they are worse and its only time until Potty and the Weasel send them in here to rot with me.
Okay so this is really old. I only just found it. I think this was written pre-Half Blood Prince. So it's going back. Just a bit of Draco bitching that life hasn't gone his way.
Kris xx