Inspired by Justin Timberlake, the Black Eyed Peas and Tom Felton's eyes.

Warning! Language!

"Dear Someone,

Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy. I'm seventeen years old and live my parents Lucius and Narcissa in the Malfoy Manor in England. I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was placed in Slytherein House, as all my pure blood fathers before me."

Wow, that's me, I guess. Well, that's what I am on the outside, what my façade is. It's kind of weird, my life is like a play. False smiles, thin promises, coldness, secrets.

Secrets.

Everything is a fucking secret in my house. I hate it. Some stuff I want to know. Some stuff I need to know.

Like, I wanted to know stuff about Lord Voldemort. Dad never really talked about him and when he did, it was hushed, taboo like.

I hate my parents for being such cowards. However, Slytherein are cowards.

Myself included. My parents are always bitching about purebloods, and they've drilled it into my brain as far as I can strain my memory but I wonder if I'll ever muster up the nerve to tell them that I love Muggle rap and I think the blood traitor Ginny Weasley is so hott, it's a shame she's Potter's whore. If she wasn't such a brat, I could've wheedled her into a broom closet, as I had so easily with Pansy Parkinson.

I hate looking into the mirror and seeing such a pale bitter face stare back. Outside I'm so cold and gray, my face, eyes, hair all so fair. And I act the same way. Sneering, sarcastic, ambitious.

But under the chill I automatically spray outwards, there's heat.

There's heart, passion, a thirst for human closeness, emotion intimacy, a love for music, and a craving for laughter, warm sunshine, and no worries.

I don't want to live in a manor; married to some blonde bitch that my parents decide is good enough.

I hate money.

I hate pure blood.

Fuck responsibility, fuck nobility, fuck cowardice.

Fuck Lord Voldemort. Fuck war. Fuck Potter.

Fuck me being such a pussy for so many years.

I'm going to move to America and marry the dirtiest Muggle I can find, even if I have to go into the gutter to find one. I'm going to be a DJ and play sexy rap and pop on the radio all day long. I'm only going to use magic when I need to.

I'll learn to drive a car, I read about those. I like the red ones.

I'll wear white and blue and green, and pink, and orange, and purple, instead of black all the time.

And I'm gonna be happy.

Away from all that shit my parents are afraid of.

And let Voldemort come and find me. I won't hide like my parents and no longer will I live under their shadow of frightened loyalty and painful submission. I hate it. Its so low. My parents act all high and mighty with their wealth and family, but as far as I'm concerned, their pitiful obedience to Voldemort sickens me.

Let him come. I'm done with being afraid.

I'm walking away.

I fear no man.

And this time, I'm fucking honest.