AN: Long live one-shot stories. Inspired listening to Moments by Ayumi Hamasaki. Such strange things my mind comes up with...
Summary: Draco Malfoy's thoughts on Harry Potter. Set in sixth year. DMHP slash at the end.
Thoughts
Harry Potter. Gryffindor's Golden Boy, the saviour of the wizarding world. Leader of the infamous Gryffindor trio. The Boy Who Lived.
You'll be the one everybody will look up to, the one everybody will remember when this damn war is over. And for that, I hate you.
After all, what about everybody else? All the other people who helped you? Hermione Granger, for one. Ron Weasley for another, and there are many more. You have friends, true friends who will help you through anything. I envy you for that.
I don't have friends. Crabbe and Goyle? My father knows their fathers. We're not proper friends. Pansy Parkinson? The biggest simpering annoyance I ever met. No, I have no friends. But, Saint Potter, you do. Of course you do. You're the Boy Who Lived, after all.
I often wonder, how much stress do you go through each day? Each day living in fear, wondering if it would be your last, wondering if the Dark Lord would dispose of you once and for all? Each day, trying to keep up in your studies? And on top of that, knowing that all your family has died for you. And surprisingly, you haven't gone insane. At least, not that I know of.
For that, I admire you. You've lost your parents, your Godfather, every chance of a home where you would be loved. I've seen your so-called family. The Dursleys. They don't truly care for you. They don't care that the fate of the world lies on your shoulders. Clichéd line, I know. But it's true.
So, no real family, wondering if you'll die each day, working hard in school and putting up with comments and rumours about you. How do you cope? I couldn't, I'm nowhere near as strong-minded as you are.
You've always been stronger than me, you've always been destined to save us, you've put up with so much, and still kept a smile on your face during the hardest of times...
And for that, I love you. But I'll never admit it to you. Because you will save the world, as much as you might hate it, and I will grow up to be a Death Eater, as much as I don't want to. That, and then there is the fact that you hate me and could never love me.
But still, they say there is a fine line between love and hate. So maybe one day, you could love me.
And for that, I hope.