So, this came to me at about one o'clock in the morning, and surprisingly (considering the fact that I wrote it) it has practically no humor and is actually rather angsty. I own none of the characters...enjoy.

The Reasons Why:

It was complicated, the reasons why he hated Potter and the Weasleys. It wasn't just a matter of sides. It was more than that. The sides were the root to it though. He was a pure blood, a Malfoy, and Potter wasn't. He was a half blood: the one who was responsible for the Dark Lord's downfall.

Potter was loved. He was surrounded by people who supported him: people who wouldn't beat him for disagreeing with them. Potter had lost so much and then found even more, and had the nerve to feel sorry for himself.

And the Weasleys… blood traitors. Sure they were poor but through it all they had each other. Through thick and thin. Mostly thin, but no matter what, they were a family. When the Weasley girl had gone against everything her family stood for and unleashed a monster on Hogwarts, after it was over they were there for her. All of them, support.

All he had was a mother who was so terrified of the men around her and so brainwashed into the pureblood dogma that the love she felt for him wouldn't help him much. If he disagreed with his father there was nothing that she could or would do.

All of his life he had been run through this machine of pureblood doctrine. Beating into him over and over again his superiority. But, if they were so superior, why had they settled to be the lackeys of a terrifying monster. And he had no choice. No way out.