My life has.. never been the easiest. No. It has always been hard. Difficult. My skin is fair, hair white blonde, eyes bluer than the sea or sky. I take after both of my parents, in that aspect. Though my mother's skin and features are more hardened and pickled, changed with her age and what she has been through. My name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. You may think it to be cliché that I begin my story with a well used James Bond quote, but I could care less about what you think. I never give a fuck about others thoughts, let alone feelings. I guess.. I take after my aunt in that way. She really doesn't care about things either. But.. where was I? Oh yes. My life has been difficult, because of the way my father scrutinizes me about my fair skin and soft features, not the rough edges that a man of 16 should have. Light boned, almost fragile, as my mother often called me. I don't want to be fragile. I want.. I just want to make my father proud. With what little I am. But I know I never can. I always have to lie to him. Tell him I'm dating some new girl at school. To make him happy and think I am getting my life together. I'm not. I can't come to terms with my sexuality. But.. I'm pretty damn sure I am not that into girls. And the fact that people at school bother me about what I like and what I don't like, pisses me off. Now, from what I told you, you can gather that I am not the biggest and most frightening people at Hogwarts. There are, of course, bigger and burlier men my age, but you may find I can be.. quite persuasive when I want to be. That is why people move out of my way in the crowded halls. Idiots. What do they know of pain. Of fear. Nothing. What does Potter know of anything?! That foul git.. Harry Potter. The chosen one. Always going around, complaining that his parents were killed, and that he carries the burden of saving us from some horrible fate, but I don;t give a fuck about what he has been through. I've been through worse. I am still going through shit, and I will, until the day I die. And the fact that he is always in my way.. always. I hate him. I hate him. I want him to go crawl in a fucking hole, and give up, like I want to do. And, uh, on that horrible note, I will begin my story here.