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I have everything perfect; he absolutely hates me. And he has no idea,
allies everywhere, even on his opposition. You see, for my whole life I've
been controlled, my father rules me and he is ruled by, well, You-Know-Who.
But I have a secret.
Before leaving to go to Hogwarts for the first time, my father explained to me his plans for Harry Potter. He wanted me to play a part. I knew what befriending Potter would mean so I never had any intention of carrying it out. So I acted, I was the arrogant prat, the bad guy. I insulted Weasley before I extended the invitation to Potter to be what I knew he could never be. I became the enemy of the trio and of everyone they represented. I gave him a hard time and I kept it up even though I knew that what I was doing was against what I might have wanted, what I couldn't have. I lost the battle "against" the Wonderboy over and over again. And the only reason I could deal with the humiliation was because I knew who I was serving. In the end, Potter wins always.
But so do I.
In every little insult I throw at him or his friends, in every smirk, I am kicking Voldemort in the face and spitting on him. I've built the face of the dark side close to Potter, preparing him for what I couldn't prevent and constantly reminding him that there IS a bad guy.
This may sound stupid and fanciful, especially from "me" Draco MALFOY but; I want to be like him, I want to be with him, I wish my father wasn't evil and that Lord Voldemort had never existed. But as it is now, as I am, everything is perfect. I could laugh even at how ingenious it is, if it wasn't grinding me up from the inside.
Harry Potter is my everything but he will never, and can never know.
Tell me if it was ok. Or if it wasn't. Gone_away69@hotmail.com
Before leaving to go to Hogwarts for the first time, my father explained to me his plans for Harry Potter. He wanted me to play a part. I knew what befriending Potter would mean so I never had any intention of carrying it out. So I acted, I was the arrogant prat, the bad guy. I insulted Weasley before I extended the invitation to Potter to be what I knew he could never be. I became the enemy of the trio and of everyone they represented. I gave him a hard time and I kept it up even though I knew that what I was doing was against what I might have wanted, what I couldn't have. I lost the battle "against" the Wonderboy over and over again. And the only reason I could deal with the humiliation was because I knew who I was serving. In the end, Potter wins always.
But so do I.
In every little insult I throw at him or his friends, in every smirk, I am kicking Voldemort in the face and spitting on him. I've built the face of the dark side close to Potter, preparing him for what I couldn't prevent and constantly reminding him that there IS a bad guy.
This may sound stupid and fanciful, especially from "me" Draco MALFOY but; I want to be like him, I want to be with him, I wish my father wasn't evil and that Lord Voldemort had never existed. But as it is now, as I am, everything is perfect. I could laugh even at how ingenious it is, if it wasn't grinding me up from the inside.
Harry Potter is my everything but he will never, and can never know.
Tell me if it was ok. Or if it wasn't. Gone_away69@hotmail.com