Author's note: Wooo! OK. I really wanted to write a one shot. However this was not the intended out come. I hope you like it! Oh, and , I'm sorry it's short. But be happy and give thanks that I updated cuz well, it's Thanksgiving!
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Inside Draco Malfoy's Mind.
Chapter two: Those Pesky Questions
After receiving this . . . this egregious mark of servility Draco was questioning everything that he had ever known.
Was mocking Looney Lovegood really that funny? Were Gryffindors really that stupid and that blindly brave and courageous by nature? Should Neville Longbottom really be a Hufflepuff, and speaking of Hufflepuffs, were they really all that bad? Did Harry Potter really want all that fame? Were the Weasleys really that poor? Were Muggles really that terrible? And finally, was he really that superior? Were the Malfoys?
Draco knew none of these things and it was killing him because after all, just a few days ago Draco was sure that all of these things were true, but now? Now he knew nothing.
Really it was all professor Severus Snape's fault. He was the one that got him started on these strange ponderings. And oddly, Draco was starting to hate his favorite professor all because he had ruined his almost good day.
Professor Snape had started talking about insolent Hufflepuffs and stupid Neville Longbottom exploding first year potions. All because of these simple statements Draco started thinking about these things and now he couldn't stop! Thinking, that it.
What in the name of Merlin's saggy left nut was his problem?! A single week ago Draco had it all together! But now? Now he a single sandwich short of a picnic. Now he wondered if teasing Luna Lovegood was morally right. Now he wondered of the Weasleys were actually poor. Now he wondered if he really hated Potter. Now he wondered if he was better than everyone else. But mostly, he wondered if anything his father had ever taught him was worth remembering.
Something was desperately wrong with Draco Malfoy, and he was going to fix it! Hopefully.