A/N: I was trying to pull an allnighter with my friend through text message, and I was listening to this song. I haven't written Harry Potter in a while, and I'm currently re-reading the books so I might have something wrong. But it was based off the song, That's ok.
He was broken and callow. He didn't understand why. He was cold hearted, a trait passed down from his black hearted father. Ever since he was young, he knew he had a "heart of glass". It was a simple fact. Almost every single Malfoy had one. According to his father, if you didn't have a black heart, you weren't a Malfoy and might as well just leave. No one would care about you.
But he knew. If somebody had actually loved him, maybe he wouldn't be like he was now. Just like Bellatrix, he always thought. She had to pressure him. The Dark Lord, Voldemort himself, had chosen Draco when his idiot father couldn't do that job himself. It was only pressure. He could have reacted different, maybe even stronger, if he felt as though someone loved him.
He only had one real childhood home. He loved Hogwarts. It was safe to him; nothing bad happened. He felt comfortable enough to be cocky to Potter, Weasley, and Granger. He felt safe enough to boast about his family. He felt good enough to be secure about himself.
Snape had always been there for him. He had gotten Draco out of many mishaps, mistakes. To Draco, he was a real father, not like his own; not like the one in Azkaban. Snape was there for him in a time of need, in a time of despair.
He knew he was shallow, stupid, stubborn, and restless. He was always cautious about everything; he always needed it to be safe. He was boundless in beauty, with fright on his face.
But after all, he was Draco Malfoy.