A/N: I was supposed to be doing my English paper when I wrote this, but I guess I sort of got sidetracked. I could make these soliloquies a series. Sort of. I mean, I have soliloquies for Hermione and Harry… even though they're both only about four paragraphs long. I can't really write much without somewhat of a plot, so that's the way it is.
Disclaimer: Draco, the Dark Lord, the Malfoys, Hogwarts and Pansy Parkinson don't belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Draco's Soliloquy – What's
In A Name?
Why do people only think about themselves? They only care for their own self-gratification, and they don't care who or what they break on their way to that. Or maybe in father's case, he doesn't care who he neglects in order to please the Dark Lord.
Without meaning to, he has instilled in me the belief that I don't need anyone. Friends, family and love would only drag me down and make me dependent on someone or something else. He didn't care about instilling that belief in me. He didn't care what I thought, as long as I acted the way I was supposed to. And if I didn't, he beat me.
All father ever wanted out of me was a loyal servant and an heir to the Malfoy name. That's all he ever cared about. And so, for years, I abided by this and hid under the shadow of what he wanted me to be. I could have been my own person, but why bother? It was too much of a hassle.
Mother never did a thing about it, either. She didn't care what father did, as long as it kept him pleased. She's rather shallow; she never has any thoughts of her own. She just does and says what father tells her to do. That's how they wanted me to be, too.
In all of my Hogwarts years, I thought that this kind of upbringing was just fine. There were plenty of Slytherins who had parents similar to mine in that they expected them to act a certain way, and if they didn't, there would be consequences. For example, take a look at Pansy Parkinson. She doesn't like me at all, but her parents want her to one day marry me, only for the prestige of the Malfoy name.
It always comes back to the Malfoy name. It's a burden having to live up to a name. It's only six letters, two syllables, one word, but it takes over my life. Sure, if I had the choice, I wouldn't change the fact that I'm a Malfoy, but I never said I liked it. That's the way things are, and the fact is, I can't change them.