"Unfair"
"'Oh, he's The Boy Who Lived, he saved the world, defeated the Dark Lord,' blah, blah, blah. Who really cares? There are other people in the world, too. More important people. More prestigious people.
"Like me, Draco Malfoy. And my family. We're one of the only pure-blood families left, for God's sakes! My family has money, power, and respect. But what do we get? Nothing, that's what. I don't see why everyone flocks around Potter. So what if some strange circumstance caused him to avoid being blasted to bits by Voldemort? He was a sodding baby, he didn't do anything to avoid it. It was a fluke accident, unfortunately.
"He doesn't deserve to be treated as well as he is. Everything happens just so Harry Potter can prosper. I think it's rubbish, the stupid git. He had the nerve to snub me, when I extended my hand to him. I thought he might be half-decent, but no. I was dead wrong. He's an egotistical fool who thinks that the world should stop simply because he's having a bad day. That the rules can bend and twist for him, but they'll eventually snap. I'll be there when they do, too. I'll be there to rub it in his face, as he has done to me countless times.
"My father, being as important and all-knowing as he is, can be cruel sometimes. I feel the brunt of that cruelty, with his ignorance and bitterness towards me. I'm sorry, father, if I'm not the perfect specimen you wanted me to be. It doesn't always work that way, you don't always get what you want. I haven't. I wanted to be loved by own sodding parents, to be a better pupil, a stronger athlete, but that didn't happen. It's your fault that I turned out this way, not mine. Think of that the next time you spout your venomous words at me.
"Crabbe and Goyle - the only people I could find who wouldn't snub me. The brain-dead fools. If it doesn't have icing and sprinkles, it doesn't matter to them. The only use I have for them is to threaten people for me. And they're hardly half-decent at that, since they can't even pull a sentence together. Nonetheless, though, it's better to have two flunkies at my side than no one at all. I'd be tormented if they weren't by my side, by lesser individuals, who are clearly jealous of my rich upbringing. People who don't know my life, or what I've been through.
"Sometimes I wonder why I exist. I annoy people with my mere presence - I've actually been told just that. Nobody cares that I'm the one who bought the Slytherins' new brooms. Nobody cares that I try to improve my temper. They don't see the real me, only the callous persona I display to them. Nobody at all. It's just so unfair."