Draco's Always Cold
By: Roxy Writer roxybrownie@aol.com
authors note: this is my first attempt at angst writing and I am not that great of a evil writings writer. I am just not evil ya know?
My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy. If you saw me you might think I was happy, or evil, depending on who you are. But the truth is I am not. I am probably the most unhappy boy on the earth. That's why I am standing here. On the highest tower of the Malfoy manor, ready to take my life. I live always having to please my father, and compete with everyone. Like Harry Potter, we'll talk about him later, right now let's take about my father. I look exactly like him. Same white-blond hair and cold Grey eyes. Mother always say that I am his Carbon-copy. How annoying. He is so proud of being a pure-blood. He hates Mud-bloods and Muggles. If I didn't grow up the way I did then I wouldn't mind them. Well I do care for one of them. And she is the only one I care for.... Hermione Granger. She is a Mud-blood. Ever since third year when she hit me I have cared. Even if she felt the same way it wouldn't matter. She is a Gryffindor and I am a slytherin. Then there are her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. First lets start with Harry Potter. I am sorry now, that I treated him the way I did. I am always so cold. Nice, Funny, Smart, and Popular, Potter. With all his friends. I always act as if he isn't worth anything. It's because he can't be perfect at everything. I wish I wasn't so cold. Now, there is Ron Weasley. Something tells me not to try to forget him. Pure-blood. Muggle loving father. My father detests the whole Weasley family, for having a thing with muggles. They are poor. Father thinks they disgrace the name of wizarding family. I think it would be brilliant to not have to pretend to hate something when you don't. He is in the Hermione-Harry-Ron best friend triangle. He hates me. Well, I hate him. There I go again. I never get warm. I am always cold. I slap away every hand extending to me, friendship or even a statement of any shape os friendliness. I often feel the way I do now. Ready to take my life. I won't need to see my 5th year at Hogwarts. Now I need to tell you about my mother. Narcissa. She looks nothing like me. She loves no-one. Not even me. She just, doesn't love. Almost like me. I only the love the one person I told you about alrady. Hermione. She will never feel the same way. No one will. I will always be alone. And cold. I will never be warm. Not until anyone loves me. That won't happen. I am ready to jump. I am falling through the cold autumn air...............
By: Roxy Writer roxybrownie@aol.com
authors note: this is my first attempt at angst writing and I am not that great of a evil writings writer. I am just not evil ya know?
My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy. If you saw me you might think I was happy, or evil, depending on who you are. But the truth is I am not. I am probably the most unhappy boy on the earth. That's why I am standing here. On the highest tower of the Malfoy manor, ready to take my life. I live always having to please my father, and compete with everyone. Like Harry Potter, we'll talk about him later, right now let's take about my father. I look exactly like him. Same white-blond hair and cold Grey eyes. Mother always say that I am his Carbon-copy. How annoying. He is so proud of being a pure-blood. He hates Mud-bloods and Muggles. If I didn't grow up the way I did then I wouldn't mind them. Well I do care for one of them. And she is the only one I care for.... Hermione Granger. She is a Mud-blood. Ever since third year when she hit me I have cared. Even if she felt the same way it wouldn't matter. She is a Gryffindor and I am a slytherin. Then there are her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. First lets start with Harry Potter. I am sorry now, that I treated him the way I did. I am always so cold. Nice, Funny, Smart, and Popular, Potter. With all his friends. I always act as if he isn't worth anything. It's because he can't be perfect at everything. I wish I wasn't so cold. Now, there is Ron Weasley. Something tells me not to try to forget him. Pure-blood. Muggle loving father. My father detests the whole Weasley family, for having a thing with muggles. They are poor. Father thinks they disgrace the name of wizarding family. I think it would be brilliant to not have to pretend to hate something when you don't. He is in the Hermione-Harry-Ron best friend triangle. He hates me. Well, I hate him. There I go again. I never get warm. I am always cold. I slap away every hand extending to me, friendship or even a statement of any shape os friendliness. I often feel the way I do now. Ready to take my life. I won't need to see my 5th year at Hogwarts. Now I need to tell you about my mother. Narcissa. She looks nothing like me. She loves no-one. Not even me. She just, doesn't love. Almost like me. I only the love the one person I told you about alrady. Hermione. She will never feel the same way. No one will. I will always be alone. And cold. I will never be warm. Not until anyone loves me. That won't happen. I am ready to jump. I am falling through the cold autumn air...............