Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling is a genius who created Harry Potter (even if she is now slightly corrupted by the media etc and i'm mad at her cuz she hasn't gotten the fifth book written yet, she's still awesome) I am a pitiful little person who wrote this mainly to entertain myself... but anyways, i hope it entertains you guys too, and it doesn't compel you to sue me, as all you would get is a broken music stand and two paper polynesian dancers named fred and george. and now, on with the story...
Authors Note: Read and enjoy my idea of what Draco's life is really like... sorta. I don't think I mentioned when this takes place, so it's around 5th or 6th year, doesn't really matter which. Actually, it could probably have happened earlier too, but 5th or 6th year works best! Just read, enjoy, and REVIEW! (please) they make me so incredibly happy... :) luv yas!
The warm fire danced in front of Draco as he sat sullenly in the large armchair of the Slytherin common room. Glancing around the crowded chamber, Draco felt lonely, and fearful. Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson sat on the ground, the large girl neatly sandwiched between the two even larger boys, their hands lazily exploring each other. Draco turned away in disgust. Across the room, a group of first and second years giggled over homework and harmless gossip. It was harmless gossip, Draco knew. Those kids were too young to get into the rumour-filled messes he had gotten in. Even he was too young, now that he thought about it. 'Not that it was my fault,' Draco muttered into the flames.
"Sorry dear, did you say something?" Pansy looked up at him.
"No, nothing," Draco said. "I was just... thinking."
Pansy gave him a smile that actually made her look pretty before turning her attention back to the two oafs beside her. Draco continued observing the other Slytherins as they went about their normal night-time activities. A group of seventh years conversed in low tones across the room. Draco found he couldn't stare at them for too long. They made him ashamed. Ashamed and afraid. 'Last year I would have given anything to be in that group," the boy thought bitterly. 'Now, they make me sick. They don't know what they're talking about.' He preferred to watch the younger students, the innocent ones who hadn't yet felt the horrors of Slytherin and who were yet to be corrupted. He closed his eyes, trying to remember when he had also been that free from the burden of evil . . .
Before Hogwarts... his mother had taught him at home. He was a quick learner, but he lacked common sense. He still did, as a matter of fact. He just knew so much more about the world now. Back then, he never noticed his father's secrecy, the hidden possessions, silent conversations, sudden disappearnaces. Draco always had everything he wanted, and he was happy that way. He was proud of himself, too. A bit too proud, perhaps, but he always believed he had reason to be. Didn't his mother always say he was the perfect son, quick and clever, athletic, part of one of the strongest and most respected families in the wizard world. Right? Draco didn't realize how sheltered he was. Hogwarts began to change that. Right from the very first day. Draco remembered the shock he felt when Harry Potter refused to be his friend. The horror when he realized many other wizards looked down on his family. And ashamed when that Mudblood Hermione Granger beat him in marks in every class. That had opened his eyes, yes, but it made him stronger, harder, more determined to succeed and prove to his father that he could be powerful.
Life remained pretty much the same for Draco during the first years at Hogwarts. His fellow Slytherins respected him. That was enough. He was able to overlook his insecurities, or avoid them as was needed. He still looked up to those with power, like his father, even though he was a cold man. Draco knew no other way to live, and was content with his life. Content, but not happy. The summer before his fourth year changed everything even more. Before that, he had known almost nothing about his father's business, as Lucius Malfoy called it. Draco always assumed the Dark Magic objects were normal. He knew no other way. But then, Draco began noticing things. Good things. Evil things. And he realized what a huge difference there was between the two. And the more he observed the world around him, the more apparent it became: his father chose the evil things, and he expected Draco to someday follow in his footsteps. At first, he thought it would be easy, and it was never exactly demanding. But once he learned more, experienced more, Draco found himself afraid of the power, and full of disgust for what it made his father do. Perhaps he was as weak as his father said he was, but Draco didn't want to be involved in torturings or other hateful practices. He had better things on his mind. But it was too late.
'It's always too late,' thought Draco as he watched the fire die away. 'I can never go back' He rubbed his left forearm as it stung, almost burning the creamy flesh. 'But I can't stay where I am...' "I don't belong here," he cried aloud, to an empty common room. Empty, as he was. Empty, as he would always be. Empty as the world. Draco studied the glowing embers as he touched the dark tattoo on his arm and felt his world swirl around him into chaos as he disappeared from the safety of Hogwarts.
like? or not like? tell me in a review!!! :)
Authors Note: Read and enjoy my idea of what Draco's life is really like... sorta. I don't think I mentioned when this takes place, so it's around 5th or 6th year, doesn't really matter which. Actually, it could probably have happened earlier too, but 5th or 6th year works best! Just read, enjoy, and REVIEW! (please) they make me so incredibly happy... :) luv yas!
The warm fire danced in front of Draco as he sat sullenly in the large armchair of the Slytherin common room. Glancing around the crowded chamber, Draco felt lonely, and fearful. Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson sat on the ground, the large girl neatly sandwiched between the two even larger boys, their hands lazily exploring each other. Draco turned away in disgust. Across the room, a group of first and second years giggled over homework and harmless gossip. It was harmless gossip, Draco knew. Those kids were too young to get into the rumour-filled messes he had gotten in. Even he was too young, now that he thought about it. 'Not that it was my fault,' Draco muttered into the flames.
"Sorry dear, did you say something?" Pansy looked up at him.
"No, nothing," Draco said. "I was just... thinking."
Pansy gave him a smile that actually made her look pretty before turning her attention back to the two oafs beside her. Draco continued observing the other Slytherins as they went about their normal night-time activities. A group of seventh years conversed in low tones across the room. Draco found he couldn't stare at them for too long. They made him ashamed. Ashamed and afraid. 'Last year I would have given anything to be in that group," the boy thought bitterly. 'Now, they make me sick. They don't know what they're talking about.' He preferred to watch the younger students, the innocent ones who hadn't yet felt the horrors of Slytherin and who were yet to be corrupted. He closed his eyes, trying to remember when he had also been that free from the burden of evil . . .
Before Hogwarts... his mother had taught him at home. He was a quick learner, but he lacked common sense. He still did, as a matter of fact. He just knew so much more about the world now. Back then, he never noticed his father's secrecy, the hidden possessions, silent conversations, sudden disappearnaces. Draco always had everything he wanted, and he was happy that way. He was proud of himself, too. A bit too proud, perhaps, but he always believed he had reason to be. Didn't his mother always say he was the perfect son, quick and clever, athletic, part of one of the strongest and most respected families in the wizard world. Right? Draco didn't realize how sheltered he was. Hogwarts began to change that. Right from the very first day. Draco remembered the shock he felt when Harry Potter refused to be his friend. The horror when he realized many other wizards looked down on his family. And ashamed when that Mudblood Hermione Granger beat him in marks in every class. That had opened his eyes, yes, but it made him stronger, harder, more determined to succeed and prove to his father that he could be powerful.
Life remained pretty much the same for Draco during the first years at Hogwarts. His fellow Slytherins respected him. That was enough. He was able to overlook his insecurities, or avoid them as was needed. He still looked up to those with power, like his father, even though he was a cold man. Draco knew no other way to live, and was content with his life. Content, but not happy. The summer before his fourth year changed everything even more. Before that, he had known almost nothing about his father's business, as Lucius Malfoy called it. Draco always assumed the Dark Magic objects were normal. He knew no other way. But then, Draco began noticing things. Good things. Evil things. And he realized what a huge difference there was between the two. And the more he observed the world around him, the more apparent it became: his father chose the evil things, and he expected Draco to someday follow in his footsteps. At first, he thought it would be easy, and it was never exactly demanding. But once he learned more, experienced more, Draco found himself afraid of the power, and full of disgust for what it made his father do. Perhaps he was as weak as his father said he was, but Draco didn't want to be involved in torturings or other hateful practices. He had better things on his mind. But it was too late.
'It's always too late,' thought Draco as he watched the fire die away. 'I can never go back' He rubbed his left forearm as it stung, almost burning the creamy flesh. 'But I can't stay where I am...' "I don't belong here," he cried aloud, to an empty common room. Empty, as he was. Empty, as he would always be. Empty as the world. Draco studied the glowing embers as he touched the dark tattoo on his arm and felt his world swirl around him into chaos as he disappeared from the safety of Hogwarts.
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