A/N: God, I love arrogant, evil Draco. I could write this stuff forever. Whether it'd make sense to anyone but me is questionable though.
The title is stolen from 'Lochinvar' by Sir Walter Scott, and doesn't have a lot to do with the story. I just like it.
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"I was a neglected child"
I begin, and the hall gives a collective sigh. This is what they want to hear. 'The peculiar mental state of a 'Death Eater' is caused by a surprisingly frequent conjunction of circumstances, significantly, a lack of attention and affection in the formative years'. That's a quote. Some professor studying criminal psychology, Voldemort's lackeys in particular.
"I was an unwanted burden"
Doing these talks amuses me. It's rather sad, actually. They're my *only* source of amusement now. Spending extended periods in locked rooms doesn't do much for the sense of humour, apparently. Sarcasm, however, is one weapon upon which I can always lay my hand.
God, I miss weapons. Just the feel of them, the *possibility* inherent in the very fibres. Of course, I'm not even allowed in the same *building* as a wand now. Pity. I'm sure some of the more...practical avenues of dark magic are dying out without my patronage.
That's what amuses me most, you know. That I can think thoughts like this and there is *nothing* they can do about it. So there. I wonder sometimes, when I can bring myself to make the effort to think, if I am regressing. Drowning myself in the non-existent, the intangible, the impossible, the past.
"My parents were too wrapped up in the glamour to notice me, however much I tried to shine"
Is a mental snigger possible? I'd like to think so. My parents were *perfect*. Just imagine your perfect wonderland and add words like lavish, opulent, sensual, extravagant, gilded. Be generous. A child's fantasy. A Weasley's wet dream.
And that was my childhood, the very antithesis of 'lacking in attention and affection'. I was the *Malfoy heir*. What did they expect: bread and water? Ironically, the perfect Death Eater upbringing sounds an awful lot like that of the Boy Wonder. Potter's relatives didn't seem all sunshine and light when I visited them, certainly. They did beg quite prettily though. Just goes to show what a little incentive will do for you.
"I was a neglected child"
No. What I am is a neglected adult. I am stared at and crowded. Pushed and examined like a fucking *exhibit*. And one day the cage will break and I will sit and watch as you run like muggles.
Draco waits.
The title is stolen from 'Lochinvar' by Sir Walter Scott, and doesn't have a lot to do with the story. I just like it.
***
"I was a neglected child"
I begin, and the hall gives a collective sigh. This is what they want to hear. 'The peculiar mental state of a 'Death Eater' is caused by a surprisingly frequent conjunction of circumstances, significantly, a lack of attention and affection in the formative years'. That's a quote. Some professor studying criminal psychology, Voldemort's lackeys in particular.
"I was an unwanted burden"
Doing these talks amuses me. It's rather sad, actually. They're my *only* source of amusement now. Spending extended periods in locked rooms doesn't do much for the sense of humour, apparently. Sarcasm, however, is one weapon upon which I can always lay my hand.
God, I miss weapons. Just the feel of them, the *possibility* inherent in the very fibres. Of course, I'm not even allowed in the same *building* as a wand now. Pity. I'm sure some of the more...practical avenues of dark magic are dying out without my patronage.
That's what amuses me most, you know. That I can think thoughts like this and there is *nothing* they can do about it. So there. I wonder sometimes, when I can bring myself to make the effort to think, if I am regressing. Drowning myself in the non-existent, the intangible, the impossible, the past.
"My parents were too wrapped up in the glamour to notice me, however much I tried to shine"
Is a mental snigger possible? I'd like to think so. My parents were *perfect*. Just imagine your perfect wonderland and add words like lavish, opulent, sensual, extravagant, gilded. Be generous. A child's fantasy. A Weasley's wet dream.
And that was my childhood, the very antithesis of 'lacking in attention and affection'. I was the *Malfoy heir*. What did they expect: bread and water? Ironically, the perfect Death Eater upbringing sounds an awful lot like that of the Boy Wonder. Potter's relatives didn't seem all sunshine and light when I visited them, certainly. They did beg quite prettily though. Just goes to show what a little incentive will do for you.
"I was a neglected child"
No. What I am is a neglected adult. I am stared at and crowded. Pushed and examined like a fucking *exhibit*. And one day the cage will break and I will sit and watch as you run like muggles.
Draco waits.