Disclaimer: I in no way own Harry Potter or any of J.K. Rowling's fine characters (believe me, if I owned it, you'd KNOW).
Warnings: angst
100 words about Draco and his life.
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Envy
He has never been able to choose.
Because why would decisions be left to him? He is the son, not the father.
When he is eighteen he will wear grey robes and a white mask. He will kill, and he will die, for a master he cares nothing for. For ideals he does not hold. There is no choice.
He does not hate his enemy. He envies him the uncertainties of choice. Something as simple as nerves over a dance.
His enemy is flustered, but he does not laugh.
For even the girl on his arm was not his choice.
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