Disclaimer: Draco is not mine. He is propery of JK Rowling and these are just my thoughts.
A/N: After CoS.
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mISSUNDERSTOOD
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I'm not evil; and I don't mean to be. I don't hate Potter; I'm just made to. I don't like potions; I was never given a choice. But that has been my whole life, being told how to act, who to hate and what to like.
My father wants me to be like him, act like him and continue the name of Malfoy as he made it. He doesn't understand. I'm not like him, and I will never be, like him. He looks to me to do things right but I feel as though I only let him down.
The Quidditch match against Potter was an embarrassment. And he was there, in the stalls, watching me, analysing my every move. When I fell off, I think he just left, to ashamed to comfort me, too ashamed to speak. So I made as though I couldn't help it, like the broom through me off and I was hurt. And I was hurt, not physically, but emotionally. My father left me without a word of council.
If my father isn't bad enough I have Snape. Professor Severus Snape potions master. At the duelling when Potter hit me with Rictusempra he grabbed me up by my shoulder and threw me up to fight Potter again. Why does he expect so much from me? I'm not his child; I'm not even close. He thinks I'm someone I'm not. He thinks that I am a Malfoy. But the truth is, I'm just misunderstood.
A/N: After CoS.
* * *
mISSUNDERSTOOD
* * *
I'm not evil; and I don't mean to be. I don't hate Potter; I'm just made to. I don't like potions; I was never given a choice. But that has been my whole life, being told how to act, who to hate and what to like.
My father wants me to be like him, act like him and continue the name of Malfoy as he made it. He doesn't understand. I'm not like him, and I will never be, like him. He looks to me to do things right but I feel as though I only let him down.
The Quidditch match against Potter was an embarrassment. And he was there, in the stalls, watching me, analysing my every move. When I fell off, I think he just left, to ashamed to comfort me, too ashamed to speak. So I made as though I couldn't help it, like the broom through me off and I was hurt. And I was hurt, not physically, but emotionally. My father left me without a word of council.
If my father isn't bad enough I have Snape. Professor Severus Snape potions master. At the duelling when Potter hit me with Rictusempra he grabbed me up by my shoulder and threw me up to fight Potter again. Why does he expect so much from me? I'm not his child; I'm not even close. He thinks I'm someone I'm not. He thinks that I am a Malfoy. But the truth is, I'm just misunderstood.