Draco Malfoy
Malfoy's are brought up as perfectionists. A Malfoy must be tall, blonde, and handsome and have huge muscles. They must be perfect in all ways, looks, abilities, smartness, and characteristics. They must be powerful. They must be leaders. They must be in control. Their friends are actually bodyguards for them during school time until they build up their muscles, hired to protect them. They are rude and only tolerant of people of the highest standards; when they are in a good mood. Others, are the dirt they walk on, wait, they walk on Royal carpets. No, they are not good. They all join the dark side at age 18, after leaving school. They show no emotion. They have no emotion. They are tools for evil. They have no hope in being good.
This is what i was taught. The Malfoy code of honour. I am Draco Malfoy, and i follow the code in all ways. I look in the mirror and reflect upon myself. I have grown a lot over the year. It is the second day back from school. I push my blonde hair away from my silver-blue eyes and reflect upon my life. My two bodyguards, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, follow me around. They are the stupidest idiots born. I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My father wanted me to go to Durmstrang because they have bigger emphases on the dark arts but my mother thought it was too far away. So i went to Hogwarts. During the summer, i stay home with Lucius and Narcissa, my parents. My father is way too ambitious. He abuses my mother and myself. My mother is the only one who cares for me. I lover her greatly, although i don't show it. My father is the complete opposite. One thing not as he wants it and you are in for a lot of pain. I do not like my father. Hate is not even a strong enough word to describe what i feel for him. I want to follow my own beliefs but i have been moulded into this perfect Malfoy sculpture of my father. I have got to change. I just don't know how.
"Draco you fuckin bastard! Get your ass down here!" If i don't go, I'll get in trouble. As i make my way downstairs, i see my mother lying on the floor. There is blood pouring from her head, as she lies sprawled out on the kitchen floor. She whispers to me, "Draco, be strong." Then she is gone. My father just stares at me. He killed her. I want to wipe that silly smirk off his face. He just killed my mother, and he's proud. All the rage that was boiling inside of me is screaming to get out. But, I'm a Malfoy, so i don't show emotion. I've never cried. I have just been a rude, arrogant, rebellious bastard. I only stayed at home because of my mother. She is dead. I have no reason to stay at Malfoy manor. My father looks at me as if daring me to do something. I smirk at him, and then go to my room.
I can't believe my father actually killed my mother. In all the times of trying to get back at me, this is the worst. He's threatened a lot but never followed through. Now, i will leave Malfoy manor. I just have to get rid off all this stress. I hate him.
Me, Draco Malfoy. My life is hell. Everyone believes that i have the perfect life. I don't. I have the worst. I am always acting like the perfect Malfoy bastard. Time for a change. I don't like acting all mean. Gottta keep up my rep though. I'll have to figure some thing new out. I pull out my knife. I love the way the blade is so long and sharp. I bring it to my wrist. One cut, two cuts, three cuts, normally, my mother would've stopped me, four... i feel dizzy... five... i can't sit up and i fall of my bed.
Hermione Granger
Stereotypical. That's what everyone is. I am classified as the smart, ugly, and brainiac with no friends who couldn't care less about anything but schoolwork. I'm not like that. I am daring, adventurous, whatever. My friends Harry Potter and Ronald (Ron) Weasley think that's what i am too. Just because i want my homework done and always work on it in the library and never hand in an assignment late. I am defiantly not like that. I lost my soul in 4th year. That's how i was. Now, going into fifth year, i am ready to change.
Hermione... The name has got to change. Hermi, Herms, Mia...yes! Mia is my new name. I am not going to take this. I will get a whole new wardrobe. It will be Flashy, Stylish and sexy. I will have new vibrant colours of makeup. Also, i will get colour contacts, purple, maybe? Also, I will get a new hairstyle. Maybe a cut and a colour. Right now, i listen to classical music. That has got to stop. I need rock. Wait, i could never pull off all of that. i need help. Plus my parents would freak. I am wound up way too tight.
My bushy brown hair needs change. My brown hair too. I hate my life. I am perfect with everything. Except a boyfriend. Now you will tell me I'm stupid. I have two boy "friends" I don't like them liker that so i couldn't choose one. It would probably wreck my friendship with the other one anyway. I want someone daring and exciting. Krum, my old boyfriend didn't work. He was three years older and only like Quidditch. I want a daring, different, rebellious, hot someone like... I must wait and see.
Malfoy's are brought up as perfectionists. A Malfoy must be tall, blonde, and handsome and have huge muscles. They must be perfect in all ways, looks, abilities, smartness, and characteristics. They must be powerful. They must be leaders. They must be in control. Their friends are actually bodyguards for them during school time until they build up their muscles, hired to protect them. They are rude and only tolerant of people of the highest standards; when they are in a good mood. Others, are the dirt they walk on, wait, they walk on Royal carpets. No, they are not good. They all join the dark side at age 18, after leaving school. They show no emotion. They have no emotion. They are tools for evil. They have no hope in being good.
This is what i was taught. The Malfoy code of honour. I am Draco Malfoy, and i follow the code in all ways. I look in the mirror and reflect upon myself. I have grown a lot over the year. It is the second day back from school. I push my blonde hair away from my silver-blue eyes and reflect upon my life. My two bodyguards, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, follow me around. They are the stupidest idiots born. I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My father wanted me to go to Durmstrang because they have bigger emphases on the dark arts but my mother thought it was too far away. So i went to Hogwarts. During the summer, i stay home with Lucius and Narcissa, my parents. My father is way too ambitious. He abuses my mother and myself. My mother is the only one who cares for me. I lover her greatly, although i don't show it. My father is the complete opposite. One thing not as he wants it and you are in for a lot of pain. I do not like my father. Hate is not even a strong enough word to describe what i feel for him. I want to follow my own beliefs but i have been moulded into this perfect Malfoy sculpture of my father. I have got to change. I just don't know how.
"Draco you fuckin bastard! Get your ass down here!" If i don't go, I'll get in trouble. As i make my way downstairs, i see my mother lying on the floor. There is blood pouring from her head, as she lies sprawled out on the kitchen floor. She whispers to me, "Draco, be strong." Then she is gone. My father just stares at me. He killed her. I want to wipe that silly smirk off his face. He just killed my mother, and he's proud. All the rage that was boiling inside of me is screaming to get out. But, I'm a Malfoy, so i don't show emotion. I've never cried. I have just been a rude, arrogant, rebellious bastard. I only stayed at home because of my mother. She is dead. I have no reason to stay at Malfoy manor. My father looks at me as if daring me to do something. I smirk at him, and then go to my room.
I can't believe my father actually killed my mother. In all the times of trying to get back at me, this is the worst. He's threatened a lot but never followed through. Now, i will leave Malfoy manor. I just have to get rid off all this stress. I hate him.
Me, Draco Malfoy. My life is hell. Everyone believes that i have the perfect life. I don't. I have the worst. I am always acting like the perfect Malfoy bastard. Time for a change. I don't like acting all mean. Gottta keep up my rep though. I'll have to figure some thing new out. I pull out my knife. I love the way the blade is so long and sharp. I bring it to my wrist. One cut, two cuts, three cuts, normally, my mother would've stopped me, four... i feel dizzy... five... i can't sit up and i fall of my bed.
Hermione Granger
Stereotypical. That's what everyone is. I am classified as the smart, ugly, and brainiac with no friends who couldn't care less about anything but schoolwork. I'm not like that. I am daring, adventurous, whatever. My friends Harry Potter and Ronald (Ron) Weasley think that's what i am too. Just because i want my homework done and always work on it in the library and never hand in an assignment late. I am defiantly not like that. I lost my soul in 4th year. That's how i was. Now, going into fifth year, i am ready to change.
Hermione... The name has got to change. Hermi, Herms, Mia...yes! Mia is my new name. I am not going to take this. I will get a whole new wardrobe. It will be Flashy, Stylish and sexy. I will have new vibrant colours of makeup. Also, i will get colour contacts, purple, maybe? Also, I will get a new hairstyle. Maybe a cut and a colour. Right now, i listen to classical music. That has got to stop. I need rock. Wait, i could never pull off all of that. i need help. Plus my parents would freak. I am wound up way too tight.
My bushy brown hair needs change. My brown hair too. I hate my life. I am perfect with everything. Except a boyfriend. Now you will tell me I'm stupid. I have two boy "friends" I don't like them liker that so i couldn't choose one. It would probably wreck my friendship with the other one anyway. I want someone daring and exciting. Krum, my old boyfriend didn't work. He was three years older and only like Quidditch. I want a daring, different, rebellious, hot someone like... I must wait and see.