Disclaimer: Helz no.
A/N: This is in Draco's POV. Very short and extremely drabble-ish!
~Dirge
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Envy
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How he loathed them,
Potter and the gang.
Oh how he wanted those lives,
None more than another.
All better than his.
But he could never have them,
for his path had been chosen.
All by a dark god,
who was feared even by Hades (if you believed such a thing).
Oh how he despised them,
even the Weasley.
They were allowed to laugh,
To fell sorrow.
They never had to act,
since the were genuine.
It was especially hard for them to lie,
which they were horrible at.
But he wasn't.
And their tears,
like miniature waterfalls.
They could be swept away by kindness,
but his heart was pitch- black.
Colder than the darkest stone in the center of the Earth.
Where anything you chiseled,
would be erased.
Because he held no remorse,
no sorrow.
Only anger and fear/
And he was powerful himself,
he wanted to feel.
But he was incapable of such a thing.
All because of a dark lord,
the most powerful immortal.
How he loathed that beast.
He was only capable of anger.
But just because Draco Malfoy didn't have feelings,
didn't mean he couldn't envy those who did.