Angsty insight into Draco Malfoy's troubled mind. It's anger management and it's time to get things out in the open. I'm evil, I know. It's only because I love to hate him. Please read and review.
This particular situation is of my creation. May I remind you that Harry Potter is NOT. If it were, I would be a very happy, and not to mention wealthy person.
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Enjoy,
Veela of Erised
Father Doesn't Love MeIt wasn't my fault. I saw him. He was so innocent. I was so taken by his innocence. I couldn't control myself. I had never felt like this before. It was a new feeling. I didn't know what was happening. I know it was wrong father, and I'm sorry.
It's not easy being a Slytherin. "The best wizards come out of that house," father says, "don't let me down." It's hard to be evil all the time, but never enough to please father. I'll never be good enough for him. Father made me do it, really. I can only be pushed so much. He's made me go over my limit. He expects too much; so does Snape.
I admire Snape; even more than my father. I respect Snape but fear father. "I'm his best pupil," he tells me. But I know I've let him down.
Then there's Potter. Mr. Harry Potter, the Hero of Hogwarts. He makes me sick. I hate that damn git. How could I compete with him? It was easy to put him in his place but another to take away his popularity. It's maddening actually. He was a baby, only a baby. How should that impact him now?
I wanted Ginny. But Potter got her. He always gets everything. She says he loves her; but I know I would have been better for her.
But it's too late now. Too late for me, too late for Snape, too late for father. It's too late for him. Father's the reason. He's made me like this.
I've disappointed him, I know. But father expects too much. I could never live up to his perfection.
He tells me I will be his downfall. I'm an embarrassment. He's always scolding. He was never happy with me. He'd rather say, "He's not my son."
He shrugged when he saw me for the first time, "It'll do," he said. I was a disappointment to him before he even knew me. I just wanted him to love me. I wanted to be the son he wanted. The son he wasn't ashamed of. The son he wanted to call his own. But that will never happen. Father doesn't love me.
I saw him. His innocence struck me. I saw happiness in his enormous, youthful eyes. It was happiness that I wanted. It was love that I wanted. His camera always clicking away. Taking perfect pictures at just the right moment. He captured feelings. Something I've lost. I loved Colin Creevey. He had everything I longed for. His parents didn't understand though. The restraining order changed everything forever.
No one will understand. Father will never understand. He doesn't want to understand. Father doesn't know me, and he never will.
"My name's Draco and I'm a registered sex offender."
"Hi, Draco."
