Bitterness turning me into stone
Sequel to 'Infatuation turning into disease' and I decided if this one goes well I might as well make a story.
And if I do make this story I'm not going to go by HBP or DH. I'm skipping both those and going straight to post Hogwarts.
Without further ado….
Have you ever hated yourself so much your hatred starts to burn and simmer and affect those around you?
That's how I feel, it truly is. A while back when I was just a 2nd year at Hogwarts ,I didn't really care. I was rich, my fellow Slytherin's liked me, I was ok with myself and that was enough.
Now I can hardly look in the mirror. I've become a fake. Just like my father. He always flaunts his wealth around, letting people know he has it made when he doesn't really.
He hates my mother, he hates me, and I know he can't stand himself.
It's all behind the eyes.
I've learned that.
A long while ago, my god brother, Alexander Montague, was whining to me about Angelina Johnson and her Prince Weasel, I asked why he even cared. He told me he didn't, its just that he was wondering why she would fall for someone so poor when she was so rich.
Not even I'm that blind, it's because the Weasel and Johnson are in love.
But I looked into his eyes and I knew he was in love with her also.
Too bad he and Angelina will never happen.
But never mind that, like I was saying, the eyes will never lie.
Enough of the eye metaphors, though, and more about me.
I don't ever remember being this sick and tired of life…ever.
One thing that tires me the most is Pansy and her infidelity.
She wants me when it's convenient and when things get rough she gets going.
My father likes her because she's what we call, 'the perfect mold'.
It means she fits ever aspect we Malfoy men look for in a wife.
But I don't think a wife shouldn't be afraid of her husband or follow orders like a dog
But who am I kidding dear Pansykins is a dog…maybe even worse than a barking bitch.
She's a pampered, petty, rich snot.
Who's also fucking around with half of my so-called friends from school.
And she's pregnant. She doesn't think that I know because it's early in the game and she hasn't turned into a fat cow of yet.
It's not mine; I'm just going to denounce the idea of being the father of that thing in her stomach right now.
First off I know it isn't mine because we haven't touched each other in a cool second-if you call a second, half a year.
Although I do care and am disgusted that she continues to make a fool of me I must admit I don't care about her or even like her, at all.
I'm not into the bitchy, prissy little, can't-do-a- thing-for–herself, princess type.
I'm more into the forbidden. What I can't obtain.
Its pretty silly but, I think have a thing for Ginevra Weasley.
Maybe it's because I can't have her.
Maybe it's because Potter can.
I don't know….something about her just fascinates me.
That long red hair of hers captivates me.
Her pale, freckly skin makes me tingle.
Those beautiful hazel orbs kill me in their gaze.
Everything about her is different from Pansy.
She's not dull, conceited, or girly.
She's a Weasley girl.
And she's not for me.
Why would she even take a second glance at me?
I'm a cheater. I'm mean. I'm uncaring. I'm Draco Malfoy.