He covered his face with his hands, the blood flowing between his
fingers, mixing with his tears.
The tree was hard, and Draco's head collided with it many times, the bark stained from his labor.
"Is it so wrong?" He muttered to himself, his eyes bloodshot, face stained from crying and bleeding. His usually slick blond hair hung around his ears, as befuddled as his emotions.
He moans over and over, "Why? Am I truly so hated that he cannot even glance at me? Is my heart so cruel that it could not even forget my pride for the one I love?"
A first-year Gryffindor walks by, pausing hear the tree where Malfoy lay bleeding. "Are you alright" The kind soul inquired.
In the worst of moods, Malfoy snapped, "Ten points from Gryffindor," in his usual obnoxious way.
"Well, as a hint, maybe people wouldn't hate you as much if you were nicer and more consider-" the boy retorted back.
"Another TEN points from Gyffindor." Malfoy sneered, not even paying attention to who it was. Taking points from Gyffindor was natural to him.
"Why?"
"For talking back to authority," glare, "especially authority in a bad mood."
The boy ran off to class, and hid from an increasingly annoyed Draco Malfoy, as well as the majority of the other students, leaving Malfoy where he had started, alone, and in major pain. He sighed heavily, even made some hurt, pathetic noises, trying to draw people to him, trying to redeem himself in his own eyes. Yet everyone was in class, and the hatred inside of him fed on his loneliness and discontent of himself. The pride that yes, Draco Malfoy could in fact survive on his own swelled, and he couldn't suppress it. Actually, he liked being feared and hated, in particular by his peers. So, being alone is only one of the "side effects", a minor thing, friends, that he had to give up to achieve greatness. Besides, all his friends were merely followers than anything else.
"Why am I this way?" he sighed again, closing his eyes. "Why do I even bother caring, he hates me, I know it. He had no reason to even respect the egotistic bastard I am." As he drifted off, he imagined a new him, where he could lay the evils of his past into the trash and start with a blank parchment and quill. He dreamed of ways he could show power, but instead of intimidating and forcing people to listen, he would actually be brave, be the best and be even amicable. A smile crept up on his serene slumbering face. He liked this new image of him that popped up. Still, a tiny voice growing stronger reminded him that he was already the best, already strong and feared. And what was more important? Being an equal to your followers, or being in charge, keeping them in line?
"No!" He moaned, "I'm not like that anymore!" Yet as he drifted deeper into a dreamless sleep, the last thing he remembered was being evil and liking it. He had abandoned the nice shell, the idealistic leader, and put on his old costume, demanding and arrogant. However he was the smartest, pureblood boy, so didn't he deserve it?
?
Harry thought hard throughout the uneventful Potions class. The usual, messing up his potion, Neville blowing something up, and Snape being a jerk. Somehow, he felt that the atmosphere was missing something. Scanning the room with eyes and ears, he noticed a general quietness that day. No jeering at him when his potion turned out sludge-like when it was supposed to be clear, no teasing of Neville. Malfoy.
"Hey Ron, Malfoy isn't here." Harry whispered, stirring his second batch of Cleansing Potion absentmindedly.
"Why do you care?" Ron shrugged, "He's a jerk. Aren't you glad he isn't here to-"
The door of the classroom swung open and hit the other wall with a hollow smack. A very tussled and riled Draco stormed into the room announcing, "I'm late Professor Snape."
"Well look who's back from hell." Ron muttered.
Snape ignored him, and continued lecturing Neville.
"Stop!" Malfoy growled. "I'm late."
Snape stopped in his tracks and turned slowly around. "You said that already."
"Well aren't you going to punish me?"
No response.
"Whoa, Malfoy had a total Brain Flip with someone." Hermione joined Ron and Harry.
"What's that?" Ron whispered back.
"Nevermind." Hermioned hissed. "Watch them."
"Look." Snap started, then noticing the staring eyes, snapped, "Back to work! We're having a five page essay on the ingredients and their importance due tomorrow!"
"Just tell me." Malfoy glared at Snape.
"What?"
"You know." He glanced around the room. Everyone resumed working hurriedly, pretending to ignore the tense conversation between Snape and Malfoy.
"Look, not here." Snape sighed. "Why now you ask? You'll find out in time."
The rest of the period went normally.
"That was strange." Hermione pointed out to Harry and Ron as they joined the crowd for lunch.
"Yeah. He seemed really mess up. Did he get beat up? I mean, did you get a load of his robes?" Ron nodded.
While Ron and Hermione discussed, Harry delved deep into his brain again. True. Malfoy acted stranger than ever, yet there seemed to be no reason.
"Well what do you think Harry?" Hermione asked casually, as if they were contemplating on simply what to eat.
"Oh, I dunno." Harry stammered.
"Come on. You have to think something." Ron rolled his eyes. "You've had more, er, experience with him than us."
"Yeah." Hermioned added. "Hey, didn't he ask to speak to you alone before Potions today?"
"Yeah!" Ron turned on Harry, wide-eyed.
"Well, what did he want?"
The tree was hard, and Draco's head collided with it many times, the bark stained from his labor.
"Is it so wrong?" He muttered to himself, his eyes bloodshot, face stained from crying and bleeding. His usually slick blond hair hung around his ears, as befuddled as his emotions.
He moans over and over, "Why? Am I truly so hated that he cannot even glance at me? Is my heart so cruel that it could not even forget my pride for the one I love?"
A first-year Gryffindor walks by, pausing hear the tree where Malfoy lay bleeding. "Are you alright" The kind soul inquired.
In the worst of moods, Malfoy snapped, "Ten points from Gryffindor," in his usual obnoxious way.
"Well, as a hint, maybe people wouldn't hate you as much if you were nicer and more consider-" the boy retorted back.
"Another TEN points from Gyffindor." Malfoy sneered, not even paying attention to who it was. Taking points from Gyffindor was natural to him.
"Why?"
"For talking back to authority," glare, "especially authority in a bad mood."
The boy ran off to class, and hid from an increasingly annoyed Draco Malfoy, as well as the majority of the other students, leaving Malfoy where he had started, alone, and in major pain. He sighed heavily, even made some hurt, pathetic noises, trying to draw people to him, trying to redeem himself in his own eyes. Yet everyone was in class, and the hatred inside of him fed on his loneliness and discontent of himself. The pride that yes, Draco Malfoy could in fact survive on his own swelled, and he couldn't suppress it. Actually, he liked being feared and hated, in particular by his peers. So, being alone is only one of the "side effects", a minor thing, friends, that he had to give up to achieve greatness. Besides, all his friends were merely followers than anything else.
"Why am I this way?" he sighed again, closing his eyes. "Why do I even bother caring, he hates me, I know it. He had no reason to even respect the egotistic bastard I am." As he drifted off, he imagined a new him, where he could lay the evils of his past into the trash and start with a blank parchment and quill. He dreamed of ways he could show power, but instead of intimidating and forcing people to listen, he would actually be brave, be the best and be even amicable. A smile crept up on his serene slumbering face. He liked this new image of him that popped up. Still, a tiny voice growing stronger reminded him that he was already the best, already strong and feared. And what was more important? Being an equal to your followers, or being in charge, keeping them in line?
"No!" He moaned, "I'm not like that anymore!" Yet as he drifted deeper into a dreamless sleep, the last thing he remembered was being evil and liking it. He had abandoned the nice shell, the idealistic leader, and put on his old costume, demanding and arrogant. However he was the smartest, pureblood boy, so didn't he deserve it?
?
Harry thought hard throughout the uneventful Potions class. The usual, messing up his potion, Neville blowing something up, and Snape being a jerk. Somehow, he felt that the atmosphere was missing something. Scanning the room with eyes and ears, he noticed a general quietness that day. No jeering at him when his potion turned out sludge-like when it was supposed to be clear, no teasing of Neville. Malfoy.
"Hey Ron, Malfoy isn't here." Harry whispered, stirring his second batch of Cleansing Potion absentmindedly.
"Why do you care?" Ron shrugged, "He's a jerk. Aren't you glad he isn't here to-"
The door of the classroom swung open and hit the other wall with a hollow smack. A very tussled and riled Draco stormed into the room announcing, "I'm late Professor Snape."
"Well look who's back from hell." Ron muttered.
Snape ignored him, and continued lecturing Neville.
"Stop!" Malfoy growled. "I'm late."
Snape stopped in his tracks and turned slowly around. "You said that already."
"Well aren't you going to punish me?"
No response.
"Whoa, Malfoy had a total Brain Flip with someone." Hermione joined Ron and Harry.
"What's that?" Ron whispered back.
"Nevermind." Hermioned hissed. "Watch them."
"Look." Snap started, then noticing the staring eyes, snapped, "Back to work! We're having a five page essay on the ingredients and their importance due tomorrow!"
"Just tell me." Malfoy glared at Snape.
"What?"
"You know." He glanced around the room. Everyone resumed working hurriedly, pretending to ignore the tense conversation between Snape and Malfoy.
"Look, not here." Snape sighed. "Why now you ask? You'll find out in time."
The rest of the period went normally.
"That was strange." Hermione pointed out to Harry and Ron as they joined the crowd for lunch.
"Yeah. He seemed really mess up. Did he get beat up? I mean, did you get a load of his robes?" Ron nodded.
While Ron and Hermione discussed, Harry delved deep into his brain again. True. Malfoy acted stranger than ever, yet there seemed to be no reason.
"Well what do you think Harry?" Hermione asked casually, as if they were contemplating on simply what to eat.
"Oh, I dunno." Harry stammered.
"Come on. You have to think something." Ron rolled his eyes. "You've had more, er, experience with him than us."
"Yeah." Hermioned added. "Hey, didn't he ask to speak to you alone before Potions today?"
"Yeah!" Ron turned on Harry, wide-eyed.
"Well, what did he want?"
