Montreal
By Montley
It was never fair. All of it!
He would always be better, be supreme, and be more loved.
Practically Perfect Potter!
His mere presence was insulting, and it was as though he could never do wrong.
Draco had enough. He was tired of simply trying, trying again and again to prove himself worthy, ever since first year, even after he offered "Practically Perfect Potter" a hand in friendship.
And he would.
No matter how long it took, and no matter what means.
He would be worthy, he would no longer be second best. He would be "Practically Perfect" in whatever means it took him to get there.
Even to get that burning symbol etched along his skin.
His father would finally be proud.