Author's Notes: Hiya! So, I've finally decided to finish that fanfic that's been laying there for a long time... All to honour the newest and last movie *7 part 2* coming out :D! At first, its timeline was supposed to be only of Malfoy's in the 6th one, but, screw it the last one's coming tomorrow so, it surrounds his thoughts and view on his life in the 7th one :D If you haven't read the book or watched the movie, don't read! Spoiler at the end!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the enthusiasm I have toward Harry Potter the franchise AND Draco Malfoy :D, this fanfic, the idea for this fanfic, my representation of the characters and my writing style :)

Hope you'll like it!

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Under Pressure

If only I could get away... If I could provide a shelter for my family. Maybe... No, don't think about it. That old fool was just saying his usual crazy thoughts, that foolish headmaster could never have protected you! Not from them...not from you.

I sigh, supress a sob and keep on walking.

I always boasted and bragged, showing people I'm so better than that stupid Chosen One, but... Even though I dropped hints here and there of how proud I'd be to be a Death Eater, it seems now it's not that...awesome. It doesn't help. AT ALL! It ruined me! It ruined my life! Look at my father. He's all drunk and broken, his pride on the floor for Vol—for the Dark Lord to step and step back on it. Just for fun...And I? Well, I'm still stuck in that bloody misery! Mom and dad are almost hostages, made fun of... And I, I couldn't make me kill that old fool so..yeah I succeeded about the 3/4 of my mission. BUT IT'S NOT OVER! Curse it!

I turn the corner, tears in my eyes even though I try and tell myself to pull myself together. I don't listen to my own advice... How sad.

And as I think of that disgusting little survivor who always got everyone's attention without even moving a finger, I grimace and just want to tear him apart... Though, it is good because it looks like my final mission will be to confront him... May I kill him please. I know I'll face him. I have one last trick to play before it all goes down...before it all ends.

Please, protect my parents. Don't let them die. I shall do my job, I promise. But let them live... And I shall try and kill that bloody bastard whose fame is unfairly greater than mine and my family.

I gulp as I think of the Dark Lord... I so don't want to meet him again, but I know I have no other choice...

If I could, I'd just crumble down to the floor, cry and never stand up again. I'd just stay there, crying...waiting for things to unwind and bring my parents safe and sound to me. I don't care about the world; may it end I don't mind a bit! I just want to be all right, I just want things to be normal again...I want that Dark Lord to die.

But now I know a sad truth...I can't handle the pressure. And I know there is much worse to come...much much worse. And I can't brace myself enough for that. Telling you, I'd just wanna grab that wall and stay there, crying.. But I don't . I'm too proud. So, I keep on walking towards the door...

I open it and I know there is no turning back... No peace, no nothing... I see all these unfriendly and yet familiar faces; Death Eaters. And that snake-like face with slit nostrils and red eyes staring straight at me that sends chills down my spine each time I see it... I'd just love to take my parents by the arms and take them somewhere safe there would be no harm, no fear, no stress... I am in misery. Under indescribable and painful pressure. And I know.. I KNOW...I can't make it out of it without that bloody Harry Potter...