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Draco POV
Perfection...that's what my father was all about. If it wasn't wrapped tight around his finger-or better-it wasn't perfect. That's why I hated Granger so much. She made it so I couldn't be top of my class, and that made Father angry at me.
Even when I was little, our family had to be perfect. I had to call him Father. I couldn't even call him Dad or-when I was five or six-Daddy. I would get hit for calling him anything but Father. Never in the face, of course, but from the time I was eight, bruises and cuts covered my arms and legs, and they always had to be covered in clothing, not matter how hot I was in the summer.
I wasn't the most popular guy in school, and that made him mad. And having to come home every year to tell him that yet again, Granger beat me in everything but Potions didn't help much and only made him beat me, so I was never very happy to come home and spent much of the summer hollidays in my room.
My only comfort was my mother, until the day in the summer before my sixth year at Hogwarts, when she divorced my father and left the country, leaving me behind.
Crabbe and Goyle were too stupid to have a real conversation with and couldn't comprehend any sentence longer than three words that wasn't a direct order. So I never had any true friends to talk to and no one really knew me.
I never thought Granger was cute, but I had considered asking her out numerous times. Just because she was a Mudblood and beat me at everything (I only got better marks in Potions because I was in Snape's House). But I could never bring myself to go against Father.
He thought anything other than Purebloods were scum. Muggles were an inferior race. Muggle born wizards and witches were pathetic-half breeds-and deserved to live even less than Muggles.
I hated the way Father was, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to go against him. I couldn't bring myself to be imperfect. Until I met her...
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