The Hidden
by: TsukiBlue
Disclaimer: I own not of whom I write, but what I write.
Summary: The mixed up jumbled inner working of the mind Malfoy. Draco Malfoy that is. Minor Slash ahead.
I don't understand how my life came down to this. I suppose maybe I might have come on a little too strong in the beginning. I could have been his first friend, not that Weasel. Nobody has ever turned away a Malfoy, and for Potter to... absolutely inconceivable. At least that's what I thought. Guess I was mistaken, don't know how, but somehow it seems I was.
I guess I was always jealous of him. His parents loved him so much they gave their very lives protecting him. My parents would kill me just to protect themselves, heir or not. There is no love lost at all in my family. Lost or found, at all. Maybe if I wasn't labeled as the stereotypical evil Slytherin, this shit called my life wouldn't be so damn hard for me.
I just want someone, no, need someone who I know would be there for me, to listen to me. I need him. Maybe I would be able to have that if I knew how to control my words a bit better. I couldn't help it in the beginning. I can't help what I have been taught growing up. I didn't get to choose my family and their beliefs. No one wants to even give me the benefit of the doubt. Try to even wonder why I am the way that I am. You can't grow up the way I did and turn out to be all about love. You can't be all about something you've never actually felt before.
Well boo fuckiing hoo Malfoy! Get over it life isn't great for everone. Especially those who don't even try to make it better. Though have tried. Nobody takes it seriously though. That weasel just always running off at the mouth telling everone that I am bloody up to something. Fucking git. I don't know what anyone sees in him. He hates just as hard as I do. He hated me before I met his sorry ass. He hates all Slytherins just because they are Slytherin. I won't lie, I hate those self righteous Gryffindors just as much but off course I am evil because I do. I am so fuckin tired of all the hypocrisy that's going on. Nobody realizes. Nobody cares.
I am proud to be a Slytherin, we look out for each other. We are not all evil, but no one gives us that benefit of the doubt. It hurts at times. No one will ever know just how much. Especially him.
I don't know when it happened, I don't even know what the hell happened. When did the way I looked at him change. I realized I never wanted to be his friend. Fuck being his first friend. I just wanted Harry to love me. The way I knew I could love him. If he gave me the chance to learn. If I could just be with him. With Harry.