Dear Journal,
I entered the Great Hall for breakfast, and i swear on the Malfoy's family fortune that the entire Hall hissed when i walked in. They all hissed simulataneously before falling silent. All regarding me with quiet eyes full of loathing. Loathing that i had made their Goldenboy's life one of turmoil. The Hufflepuff table looked scandalised, the Ravenclaws eyes were twitching, the Slytherins regarding me with quiet disgust, and the Gryffindors' eyes contained an extremely bitter hate. A look of extreme loathing. Snape was staring me in disappointment. You could hear a pin drop a mile away, it was so silent. But noisy with festering anger.
A Malfoy never loses his cool, not when a thousand students and faculty are staring at him in silent anger, not even when the one he loves is glaring at him with ice cold daggers. Except for me, Draco Lucius Malfoy.
I had looked upon the hall in cooly, in a disturbingly unruffled calm despite all the hot rage i was feeling inside. I let my gaze sweep across the room before taking my usual place at the head of the Slytherin table. I looked down at the food and sneered, putting on my Completely-Without-A- Doubt-Utter-Bastard act. I picked up a piece of toast and flipped it over and buttered it on the other side.
Pansy, the weed in the garden of slytherin Eden latched herself to my side posessively, and said disgustedly, "I can't believe you kissed that Mudblood lover...that *Gryffindor*" She spat out the word as if it tasted nasty. Nasty like her.
I gave her one of my most patented death-glares, and even imy House's state of disgust they still knew better than to upset a Malfoy. Pansy turned away not daring to look at me, or experience my wrath.
It was the Weasel who broke the deathly silence.
He stood up and stalked over to where i sat and screamed the obscenities that everyone else wanted to shout at me. I let his words wash over me, ony hearing, "Harry. . .hate. . .Harry. . .love"
It was his final words that set me off. Sent me flying out of my composed exterior into a blinded rage. "Put your dirty, filthy ferret claws on something so pure?"
I stood up immediately and pounded my hands loudly on the table and eggs went flying. The hall fell even more silent. Not a breath was heard. I spat out my words dangerously. Quietly. But with so much venom and malice that no one could miss it.
"What makes you even think that i would want to put my dirty, filthy "ferret claws" on that thing you call your sister. On that whore?" My voice took up more volume as out of the corner of my eye i saw that slut pick up a piece of sausage and slowly eat it, in an extremely suggestive manner. I have never seen anyone "deepthroat" a sausage before, and i never want to see anybody that Harry Potter dates "deepthroat" a goddamned sausage.
"Even if my hands are so dirty, i don't want to get more filth on them." I glared at the Weasel Slut who seemed not even to notice my insults.
Some idiot Hufflepuff then asked, "Then why'd you kiss her?"
My eye began to twitch so much that the Ravenclaw table could have stopped. "I did NOT kiss her! I never would want to, never will, and has anyone ever stopped to think that i was the victim in this?! That MY personal space was invaded?" My voice had turned whiny, and pathetic.
Weasel snorted, "My *sister* kiss you? When she has Harry?" He began to laugh.
I cracked my knuckles ominously, "Well, if you hadn't noticed the disgustingly, garishly painted face of hers, you might notice that she wouldn't WANT Harry fucking Potter, being the little whore that she is."
The bloody irish wanker, Seamus Finnegan stood up too, "What about you then eh? You've stuck your tongue and various other things in more places that anyone can count!" Bullcrap when coming from the Gryffindor slut himself.
Harry had stood up now and began valiantly sticking up for his girlfriend. It was so sweet, but so useless as what he called his girlfriend was really a bloody cheat. Throughout his accusations my eyes remained on his mouth. His pink perfect mouth, now with spittle flying out of it in his rage.
After a while i could take it no longer, "I DID NOT KISS THAT LITTLE WHORE! WHY WOULD I?! I DON'T EVEN LIKE GIRLS! AND YOU, POTTER, SHOULD KNOW EXTREMELY WELL WHO THE HELL I WOULD FANCY KISSING." And with that, i took a few forceful strides and pulled him in and clamped my mouth over his. He gave a shout of protest.
The Hall was silent once more. Uncle Severus closed his eyes resignedly.
I had learned the hard way why Malfoy's should never lose their cool. I felt my jaw crack as Harry pushed me away roughly, his cheeks pink from anger, and I saw a flash of red hair before a fist connected with my jaw. The Weasel.
But it was Harry's expression that hurt me the most. Again. Why? Why Harry? Why do you hate me so much?
I sweeped out of the hall back into my dorm, locking it from any disgruntled Housemates.
I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.
I have put myself out into the open. Exposed my one weakness. Humiliated myself in front of all of Hogwarts.
I was a fucking laughingstock of Hogwarts. Kissing Harry Potter in the middle of the great hall and being rejected.
I've been rejected, once, twice, thrice, and then more by him. Never publicly.
A Malfoy is never rejected. Never humiliated. Until me.
The world really has it out for me.
Father read me a fairy tale story once. It ended in happily ever after. Two people, two very unlikely people sharing a happily ever after.
I wish upon a star that Harry will realize how wrong he is and sweep me off on his Firebolt into the horizon.
Take me away. Love me. Even for just one second.
Look upon me without hate or disgust but in love. The way he looks at the unworthy Weasely daughter of satan.
Why can't he see? Why can't he love me? Why does he always push me away?
He could even indulge me for one second. But he won't.
Why? And then sometimes i'll see him staring at me with pity. Always pity.
Never love.
Never.
~Draco Malfoy
P.S. I never did get to strangle that little Weasel bitch either. Damn.
~TBC~
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I entered the Great Hall for breakfast, and i swear on the Malfoy's family fortune that the entire Hall hissed when i walked in. They all hissed simulataneously before falling silent. All regarding me with quiet eyes full of loathing. Loathing that i had made their Goldenboy's life one of turmoil. The Hufflepuff table looked scandalised, the Ravenclaws eyes were twitching, the Slytherins regarding me with quiet disgust, and the Gryffindors' eyes contained an extremely bitter hate. A look of extreme loathing. Snape was staring me in disappointment. You could hear a pin drop a mile away, it was so silent. But noisy with festering anger.
A Malfoy never loses his cool, not when a thousand students and faculty are staring at him in silent anger, not even when the one he loves is glaring at him with ice cold daggers. Except for me, Draco Lucius Malfoy.
I had looked upon the hall in cooly, in a disturbingly unruffled calm despite all the hot rage i was feeling inside. I let my gaze sweep across the room before taking my usual place at the head of the Slytherin table. I looked down at the food and sneered, putting on my Completely-Without-A- Doubt-Utter-Bastard act. I picked up a piece of toast and flipped it over and buttered it on the other side.
Pansy, the weed in the garden of slytherin Eden latched herself to my side posessively, and said disgustedly, "I can't believe you kissed that Mudblood lover...that *Gryffindor*" She spat out the word as if it tasted nasty. Nasty like her.
I gave her one of my most patented death-glares, and even imy House's state of disgust they still knew better than to upset a Malfoy. Pansy turned away not daring to look at me, or experience my wrath.
It was the Weasel who broke the deathly silence.
He stood up and stalked over to where i sat and screamed the obscenities that everyone else wanted to shout at me. I let his words wash over me, ony hearing, "Harry. . .hate. . .Harry. . .love"
It was his final words that set me off. Sent me flying out of my composed exterior into a blinded rage. "Put your dirty, filthy ferret claws on something so pure?"
I stood up immediately and pounded my hands loudly on the table and eggs went flying. The hall fell even more silent. Not a breath was heard. I spat out my words dangerously. Quietly. But with so much venom and malice that no one could miss it.
"What makes you even think that i would want to put my dirty, filthy "ferret claws" on that thing you call your sister. On that whore?" My voice took up more volume as out of the corner of my eye i saw that slut pick up a piece of sausage and slowly eat it, in an extremely suggestive manner. I have never seen anyone "deepthroat" a sausage before, and i never want to see anybody that Harry Potter dates "deepthroat" a goddamned sausage.
"Even if my hands are so dirty, i don't want to get more filth on them." I glared at the Weasel Slut who seemed not even to notice my insults.
Some idiot Hufflepuff then asked, "Then why'd you kiss her?"
My eye began to twitch so much that the Ravenclaw table could have stopped. "I did NOT kiss her! I never would want to, never will, and has anyone ever stopped to think that i was the victim in this?! That MY personal space was invaded?" My voice had turned whiny, and pathetic.
Weasel snorted, "My *sister* kiss you? When she has Harry?" He began to laugh.
I cracked my knuckles ominously, "Well, if you hadn't noticed the disgustingly, garishly painted face of hers, you might notice that she wouldn't WANT Harry fucking Potter, being the little whore that she is."
The bloody irish wanker, Seamus Finnegan stood up too, "What about you then eh? You've stuck your tongue and various other things in more places that anyone can count!" Bullcrap when coming from the Gryffindor slut himself.
Harry had stood up now and began valiantly sticking up for his girlfriend. It was so sweet, but so useless as what he called his girlfriend was really a bloody cheat. Throughout his accusations my eyes remained on his mouth. His pink perfect mouth, now with spittle flying out of it in his rage.
After a while i could take it no longer, "I DID NOT KISS THAT LITTLE WHORE! WHY WOULD I?! I DON'T EVEN LIKE GIRLS! AND YOU, POTTER, SHOULD KNOW EXTREMELY WELL WHO THE HELL I WOULD FANCY KISSING." And with that, i took a few forceful strides and pulled him in and clamped my mouth over his. He gave a shout of protest.
The Hall was silent once more. Uncle Severus closed his eyes resignedly.
I had learned the hard way why Malfoy's should never lose their cool. I felt my jaw crack as Harry pushed me away roughly, his cheeks pink from anger, and I saw a flash of red hair before a fist connected with my jaw. The Weasel.
But it was Harry's expression that hurt me the most. Again. Why? Why Harry? Why do you hate me so much?
I sweeped out of the hall back into my dorm, locking it from any disgruntled Housemates.
I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.
I have put myself out into the open. Exposed my one weakness. Humiliated myself in front of all of Hogwarts.
I was a fucking laughingstock of Hogwarts. Kissing Harry Potter in the middle of the great hall and being rejected.
I've been rejected, once, twice, thrice, and then more by him. Never publicly.
A Malfoy is never rejected. Never humiliated. Until me.
The world really has it out for me.
Father read me a fairy tale story once. It ended in happily ever after. Two people, two very unlikely people sharing a happily ever after.
I wish upon a star that Harry will realize how wrong he is and sweep me off on his Firebolt into the horizon.
Take me away. Love me. Even for just one second.
Look upon me without hate or disgust but in love. The way he looks at the unworthy Weasely daughter of satan.
Why can't he see? Why can't he love me? Why does he always push me away?
He could even indulge me for one second. But he won't.
Why? And then sometimes i'll see him staring at me with pity. Always pity.
Never love.
Never.
~Draco Malfoy
P.S. I never did get to strangle that little Weasel bitch either. Damn.
~TBC~
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