I've always had a soft spot for Draco, because I know he only acted the way he did because of his harsh upbringing. Read on 1/2/dark.
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The corridors were unusually cold tonight, the damp air brushing along his pale face soothingly. Though it did little to sooth him. Only one thing was on his mind tonight, and it was the same thing that'd been on his mind all year.
Albus Dumbledore.
Draco didn't want to do it.
At first he did, but soon enough reality came crashing down on him like a giant hammer. But he had to do it. That was the reality. It was kill or be killed.
Draco wasn't a murderer, and he didn't want to be, but if he didn't do it then he may as well be murdering his family, which was worse.
His family hadn't done much for him, though. They had brought him up without love and care, and laid so many expectations on his shoulders that lashing out at others was the only way he could cope.
His mother did what she could for his childhood, but she was blinded by love and fear for his father.
It was only now that she acted out against him. At first, he wasn't thankful at all. He wanted a chance to prove himself without Severus meddling in everything. But now...
As much as he hated to admit it, he was grateful for the guidance Snape provided, no matter how harsh or cruel it was.
It was with this thought in mind, that Draco entered the Room of Requirements and went back to fixing the cabinet that would soon lead to Dumbledore's end.
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