I AM A MALFOY
Short expose on Draco's implied emotions. No lost love or seething hatred.
Just wonder.
My father had always warned me to never get involved with my emotions, as it would cause vulnerablity. Oh, he never outright said this, but a Malfoy always knows. The way he refused therapy, even when Voldemort suggested it, the times my mother leaned in to kiss him, and he just stared coldly, and the way my mother said "good night, i love you" everytime I went off to bed, but he just nodded. . .all those things showed me that he knew damn well not to become involved. I've noticed, in my past five years if Hogwarts, that everyone outside of Slytherin (well, nearly everyone) seems to despise me and I never knew why. And this last year? The sorting hat sang of unity between houses. My immediate thoughts were of my fondest enemies--Potter, Granger, and Weasely, and of my worst "friends"---Greg and Vince. Sometimes I feel closer the the afore mentioned group; they have a vague idea of my emotions. Greg wouldn't care and Vince does not stop to think. But anyway, the song made me wonder why I hate that group so much. Am I jealous? Potter and his support system, Granger and her intelligence, and Weasley and his family? Not really, at least of those things. Every year we step off the platform and I see them all being hugged by family-- Potter by his friends. My housemates and I just shake hands. Pansy and her friends hug each other. My father just stands there and helps me with my luggage. I thank him, and he nods. Does he ask of my year? No. Was the course hard? No, that, neither. He just tells me what's changed at the house.
Of course, I don't hate them just because of that. I'm sure there are other reasons. But I will not get involved. After all. . .
I am a Malfoy.
My father had always warned me to never get involved with my emotions, as it would cause vulnerablity. Oh, he never outright said this, but a Malfoy always knows. The way he refused therapy, even when Voldemort suggested it, the times my mother leaned in to kiss him, and he just stared coldly, and the way my mother said "good night, i love you" everytime I went off to bed, but he just nodded. . .all those things showed me that he knew damn well not to become involved. I've noticed, in my past five years if Hogwarts, that everyone outside of Slytherin (well, nearly everyone) seems to despise me and I never knew why. And this last year? The sorting hat sang of unity between houses. My immediate thoughts were of my fondest enemies--Potter, Granger, and Weasely, and of my worst "friends"---Greg and Vince. Sometimes I feel closer the the afore mentioned group; they have a vague idea of my emotions. Greg wouldn't care and Vince does not stop to think. But anyway, the song made me wonder why I hate that group so much. Am I jealous? Potter and his support system, Granger and her intelligence, and Weasley and his family? Not really, at least of those things. Every year we step off the platform and I see them all being hugged by family-- Potter by his friends. My housemates and I just shake hands. Pansy and her friends hug each other. My father just stands there and helps me with my luggage. I thank him, and he nods. Does he ask of my year? No. Was the course hard? No, that, neither. He just tells me what's changed at the house.
Of course, I don't hate them just because of that. I'm sure there are other reasons. But I will not get involved. After all. . .
I am a Malfoy.