Draco's version on "Magic".

Note : Apologies for any errors, I've not proofread this yet.

Disclaimer : If bonds, like copyright and right ownership papers were unbreakable then seriously. I don't own Harry Potter. :D

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Destiny

I may as well have been invisible for the rest of my life. I've never actually done anything right, either. What am I? But, heir of the Malfoy family, a boy who has to live the perfect life to live it perfectly. A boy who has to pretend, who has to cower, who has nothing for himself but gives everything to others. Malfoys do not live to please others, others live to please Malfoys. But with me, with my life going on in circles, I believe it's not the same.

Am I really breaking away from all the tedious and redundancy of that which is Pure Blood Supremacy? Am I, the child who had laughed and applauded at my mother's family's motto "Toujours Pur", about to change? Am I changing, for the better of for the worse? Horrible, more like it.

When did it start, I do not know. Maybe, a few speculations of mine lead me to this, at the start of my first year? When you, Saint Bloody Potter decided to say no? Because Malfoys don't get turned down. Malfoy's always, always get what they want. And I wanted nothing more, at that time, but fame and power. Through the first year all I ever thought about, when your name simply trails into my mind, was the power and, obviously, fame I would've gotten. To be friends with "The Boy Who Lived", to hang out together with the one Dark Wizards feared.

Well, that was a purely selfish wish, wasn't it, because upon my third year, thinking about you as a cold and arrogant and a so-full-of-yourself person did not do good to me; because that's not who you are. You stood up against me, protected your friends, fought for your loved ones, just because you thought they were important and were not worth losing, you wouldn't even trade them up for anything. And I assure you, I've never wanted anything so much in my life until then.

Come Fourth Year and I almost died of shock when they announced a student has died. I peered through the heads and sighed in relief when I saw your body shake with fear, with sobs and you thrashing around, holding on to Diggory as if he was worth all that. . . You two weren't even good friends. But you cried for him, did you not?

You cried for all the lives that have been lost in that Wizard War, and I thought: If I died, if you saw my body, broken and a mess, would you cry? Would you offer your respects to the boy who made it a duty to make every class Hell? The boy that jeered and practically insulted you all throughout the 6 years.

I've been childish, that's what I've been.

"I think it's magic." What playful and childish words. When I look back at our earlier years, it's as if it were a different Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

You think it's magic, Harry, that its magic mixed with love how we got this far, how we still hold on even through it all. It's not just that. It's Destiny. We've been destined since that first day we laid eyes upon each other.

fin.