Title: Unwanted
Disclaimer: As much as it pains me to say it, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters that are in the books.
Summery: One shot fic.
Out of all the people in this school I think I know what it feels like to be unwanted the most. It may sound strange but I do. I'm unwanted by my parents, especially my father who constantly tries to mould me to what he wants me to be, he doesn't want me, he wants himself at my age. I am despised and unwanted by my fellow students, even those closest to me. And particularly by Hogwarts Golden trio. Harry Potter, Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. Not that I haven't given them reason to hate me, but still it really hurts. But I am most unwanted by the one I love, ok like I said it's not that I haven't given her a reason to hate me over the past six years but she's so bloody forgiving of Potter and the Weasly's then why can't she do the same for me?
Stupid little girl. No she's not stupid, she's probably one of the best witches I know. And she's not a little girl anymore. She's sixteen now, and bloody Weasly has no clue how lucky he is. He has her on his arm. When I found out of course I taunted them both about it. Weasly mostly, mainly because I was jealous. Yes, I Draco L. Malfoy was jealous of a Weasly. Well I all ways have been really, not because he was her friend but because of his family. They argue and fight but at the end of the day they love each other completely. And apart from her, there is nothing I want more than to be loved like that, possibly by her.
I steal a glance at her. She's sitting next to Weasly. Not really surprised. Potter who's sitting behind them next to Longbottom shoots me a dirty look as he catches me looking. I see his perplexed face when he notices my deep blush. He probably thought I was going to try to hex her or something. Not likely. Not in Potions, not anymore. I used to be Snape's favourite pupil but since the incident last year that got my father thrown into Azkaban and killed Harry's godfather, Snape tolerates me to say the most. I am unwanted by my own head of house. My potion, which should be a pale yellow colour, is now bright pink. I re-read the instructions, I forgot to add the powdered wolfsbane and I added far to much griffin claw.
"Mr. Malfoy." I hear from just behind me. I turned slowly recognising the voice of my potions master.
"Yes Professor Snape?" I asked coolly.
"D." He said and vanished my potion. I glared at the table till he left and then I started to pack away. When the bell rang I was the first to leave, closely followed by my Gryffindor.
"Malfoy!" I heard her call. I stopped dead and shut my eyes. Looks like Potter told her about my reaction to getting caught.
"Why where you staring at me in Potions?" She asked somewhat angrily.
"I wasn't." I said before heading to the library.
"That's it? No filthy little mudblood?" She asked the surprise evident in her voice.
"Yeah. That's it." I said and continued down the corridor, feeling more unwanted than ever. I heard the others come out, and I turned in the now crowded corridor to see him walk away with his arms around her, my lovely little mudblood.
