Author's note: Wooo! OK. I really wanted to write a one shot. However this was not the intended out come. I hope you like it!
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Inside Draco Malfoy's Mind.
A sixteen year old Draco Malfoy was currently sitting on his green four poster bed at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was staring blankly at the black atrocity burned into his flesh.
He scoffed at the petty honor that had been bestowed upon him only a few short days ago. Has it really only been a few days ago that he may have appeared to be a normal boy? Is surly felt like years by now.
Christmas break had just ended and Hogwarts was starting up classes again. This meant long sleeves, robes, and only fucking Slytherins from now on.
Could his arm possible be any more marred? His once pale milky white skin was tarnished. Was his vanity really the price he had paid for his life? Apparently he had. And what a costly mistake he now realized he had made.
His skin and his life would never be worth the mistakes of his forefathers, and yet he was, paying out their debts with his life.
Though the loss of perfection and a seemingly normal life were both great sacrifices, the one that was making Draco completely querulous was the simple fact that he had submitted to a higher being.
He had always been his own ruler, but now he was giving up that power and becoming the very person that his father had taught . . . had taught him to . . . to become.
All these years that his father has installed those rules and great tales of serving the Dark Lord! They weren't for teaching Draco to be powerful and mighty! They were to teach him to be submissive, not dominant.
Why hadn't he realized this before now? He was batter than this, than them. Right? At least that was what he had thought before, but now he wasn't so sure.
Draco looked down at the atrocity once more. One day he's figure this out, but for now he would have to submit and become the many he'd never thought , even in his wildest dreams, that he would ever become.