My name always was a source of pride for me. Every time people heard it they paid attention. It wasn't asked for, it was given. Automatically. People took notice when I walked into a room, they knew who I was. My name gave me everything I could have ever asked for.
The ministry took all of my father's possessions when he was put into Azkaban. That included Malfoy Manor.
I realized I did not want anything more to do with the privalege this name bought me if it meant torturing innocent people, losing everything like I had lost everything. For a stupid cause, a stupid need to be better than everyone else. I thought at one time, that was what I wanted. I believed it.
The second I heard that his foolishness had gotten my father arrested, and that everything I knew was going to be taken from me before summer's end; I wanted nothing more to do with him. Nothing more to do with this name that meant false arrogance, false pretense; and all these bloody masks for every different occasion.
And I damn well would never wear the mask of a death eater. I know that was my father's ultimate dream for me. To parade me around like a carbon copy of himself to the Dark Lord. I don't want that for my life. I am Draco Malfoy, true...But that does not mean I am my father; in any way.
I have been an arrogant, pissy bastard in the past.
To Potter, Weasley, Granger...All of them. I don't know if they can ever forgive me for the last six years of crap I put them through.
I certianly wouldn't forgive me if I were them. I have making their lives hell, being a Slytherin, and on top of it; being Draco Malfoy stacked against me. It's not looking too pretty.
I just want people to notice me again...And not because I'm a Malfoy....But just because I'm Draco. slytherin or not. I want Pott--Harry to notice me. I want him to forgive me. I wish I knew how to make friends. How do you make friends with Gryffindors? It's been six years. I don't even think the Boy-Who-Lived can forgive everything I've done to him, perfect savior or not. Bloody Hell, he is perfect; too. Every girl's dream. He must have a lot of girls begging to be with him. I'm such a stupid git, he's probably not even gay. Yeah, Malfoy, keep wishing there. The boy who's going to save the wizarding world shacking up with -your- sorry arse? I don't bloody think so.
I can still dream....I just wish my dream would come true.
The ministry took all of my father's possessions when he was put into Azkaban. That included Malfoy Manor.
I realized I did not want anything more to do with the privalege this name bought me if it meant torturing innocent people, losing everything like I had lost everything. For a stupid cause, a stupid need to be better than everyone else. I thought at one time, that was what I wanted. I believed it.
The second I heard that his foolishness had gotten my father arrested, and that everything I knew was going to be taken from me before summer's end; I wanted nothing more to do with him. Nothing more to do with this name that meant false arrogance, false pretense; and all these bloody masks for every different occasion.
And I damn well would never wear the mask of a death eater. I know that was my father's ultimate dream for me. To parade me around like a carbon copy of himself to the Dark Lord. I don't want that for my life. I am Draco Malfoy, true...But that does not mean I am my father; in any way.
I have been an arrogant, pissy bastard in the past.
To Potter, Weasley, Granger...All of them. I don't know if they can ever forgive me for the last six years of crap I put them through.
I certianly wouldn't forgive me if I were them. I have making their lives hell, being a Slytherin, and on top of it; being Draco Malfoy stacked against me. It's not looking too pretty.
I just want people to notice me again...And not because I'm a Malfoy....But just because I'm Draco. slytherin or not. I want Pott--Harry to notice me. I want him to forgive me. I wish I knew how to make friends. How do you make friends with Gryffindors? It's been six years. I don't even think the Boy-Who-Lived can forgive everything I've done to him, perfect savior or not. Bloody Hell, he is perfect; too. Every girl's dream. He must have a lot of girls begging to be with him. I'm such a stupid git, he's probably not even gay. Yeah, Malfoy, keep wishing there. The boy who's going to save the wizarding world shacking up with -your- sorry arse? I don't bloody think so.
I can still dream....I just wish my dream would come true.