Disclaimer: I own diddly squat, so it's pointless to sue me. Please excuse any possible stupidity, it's kinda late, and I'm listening to an instrumental of "Will" repeatedly. (See Houshin Engi, in Anime.)
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You can never win with honesty, right? So then, why do you always do so well? I know it's pointless to accuse you, so I might stop trying.
I guess I'm just jealous, right? Sure, everybody's had their share of misfortunes, even you: your scar is good enough proof. I shouldn't be jealous; your parents are dead, and you live with muggles. Yet, even know, I remember when I first met you. I was excited, and barely let you get a word in.
Remind me again why I'm jealous? Oh, yeah, you're rich, famous, and well-liked. I may be rich, but nobody truly seems to like me. They're all just sucking up.
I remember, once, my father told me: "Draco, it's impossible to win by being honest. You'll just end up getting walked on." Heh. He wants me to follow in his footsteps.
Ever since before I could walk, I was aquatinted with the darker aspects of magic. I guess I will end up like Father. But no, not you, not Hogwart's golden boy.
You survived a curse from the most powerful evil sorcerer in the past we've ever known. Then you repeatedly foiled his schemes. By being the hero, you've gotten so many friends.
You seem to enjoy humiliating me. You even do it without knowing. In fact, your very existence is shameful to me. You rejected having me as a friend and took up with a mudblood and a peasant. You could've been my friend, but no, you had to make a bad choice.
I guess I'm arrogant. I think of myself as being better than everybody else, but who are you to say otherwise. Snape will hopefully agree with me.
I guess I need attention. I make it my business to get back at you for rejecting me. I need the spotlight, I need the audience.
Maybe I'm mad at myself. Do I loathe my own being for not being better? I shouldn't want anyone else's opinion; I should be satisfied with making you pay.
So why am I miserable? Why do I want to hurt you? I'm not insecure, am I?
But, for now, I swear I'll make you pay for rejecting me. Nobody leaves me alone! Hear that, Harry? You'll pay!