Thoughts

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

I'll never get around to talk to these people, all of these kids here are… all… happy and know each other and… and I'm all alone. My lunch tastes funny too. I don't know what to do. Whether to stand up and talk or just… stay crumpled in this little corner, waiting until that dreaded old bell rings.

It's never going to ring… the bell is never going to ring! All these... stupid teachers and not one of them is going to ring the bell… I hate this place. All the kids hate me… I think they hate me. They're going to hurt me if I talk to them… I know they would.

Father's powerful. He'll make sure I have friends. I'm a Malfoy… Those puny kids don't stand a chance against father, he'll just make them all my friends and they're going to play with me, no one's going to leave me alone anymore, they'll all be my friends and Ill tell them what to do or… or else! Yeah, that's what father would say… or else.

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I know what they call me behind my back, and I know they think my name is funny, but deep down inside, I know they're afraid of me, jealous of me, I have power, they don't. I know they are scared of me because my father can kick them out of the school… if it weren't for that stupid pot roast of a headmaster…

It doesn't matter what they think, even though I'm not as good in Quidditch, I'm better at a lot of things. I'm not going to let the "team" get to me. The captain is a blinking moron, too. If he hadn't been busy worrying about… whatever he's worrying about, then I would've won… we would've won, and he wouldn't be here telling me off now.

I don't know what came over me… I think a lot of things, but nothing as bizarre as this… I think I'm in love… with the wrong person... and I do mean wrong person… I couldn't… I wouldn't… why did I come to this stupid school anyways? God I hate myself… It was Harry.

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Just when I think things are looking up… they come shooting down. Sure, I have a great life now… but… the things he says to me… "Honestly, Draco, I don't know you as much as you think I do" is a great mouthful of… ugh! He's too frustrating to even think about. I must've been a bloody moron to think I can live with him!

Now the little-innocent-clueless Harry's trying to squeeze the bloody sentence out of me again (which I will never do because it makes me want to remove his nose). He is so... clueless. Doesn't he remember anything he says? Is he too stupid? For someone who is alive after so many voldy attacks, it's a wonder that he's this... THIS!

I truly feel sorry now… maybe I should apologize to him… I should. This has been all so hard on the both of us… it's like… he knows me… but he doesn't know he knows me, and I know he knows me but I'm not sure if he's telling the truth when he says he doesn't know me know me… oh great, now I'm confusing myself… I should say… at least… sorry or something… he's up in his room… probably pretending nothing is wrong…

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note: If you got this far, it means you weren't bored. So let me explain where I got my inspiration. I actually got it from a day of myself and how sad I am, and then I just simply converted it to a harry potter situation.