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This is a bit of a branch-off out of my usual work. Not only is it a Harry Potter fanfiction, but it's also in the first person. A new line for me? Probably not, though I intend to branch into literature. Well, enjoy…
Why I do what I do
A Harry Potter Fanfiction by the Lord of Woe
My name is Draco Malfoy…yes, I do have a middle name, several in fact. No, I won't tell you them. They don't matter. I suppose… I suppose… what is it I suppose? Why are we even here?
Ah, yes…Potter. That's what we're here to talk about…you want to know why I attack Harry Potter…well, it's simple.
I loathe him. What? A better reason? Do I need a better one? No. My eternal, undying hatred, is all the reason I need. I hate him for who he is. I hate him for what he is. I hate the fact that everyone automatically treats everything he says as gospel, the fact that he is famous for nothing more than being alive. It disgusts me.
I hate the fact that even though he is famous, he stays with pathetic fools like Weasly and that… mudblood, Granger. He can do better. He should do better. He can be so much more…and yet, what does he do? He stays with his friends.
…Friends… oh, don't look at me like that, you imbecile. I'm not jealous of that idiot. I'm just…well, maybe I am. A bit. He seems…so…happy. And I have to ask myself, why? His life is a mess, he's hunted by Lord Voldemort…
What now? Of course not! I am most certainly not a servant of Voldemort, regardless of my father's personal…convictions, shall we say. I look out for myself, thank you. No one else…what do you mean, that's why we don't get on? Yes, yes… and for the love of God, stop flinching. It's only a name.
Fine, I'll admit it. Yes, I do envy him…he does seem happy…surrounded by his friends, people who love him and he loves… and what do I have? I'm surrounded by imbeciles such as Crabbe and Goyle, or the other Slytherins, who would stab me in the back first chance they get…I, a Malfoy! A member of one of the greatest wizard families in England, no, the world! Who is this Potter? The son of a wizard and a mudblood, neither of whom possessed that much distinction…and yet… he…
Bite your tongue, fool, you know not of what you speak. I will never stop, there can never be a day when Potter and I sit down as friends. Things have gone too far for that, and even if they had not, I would not. I attack him, and his friends…out of envy, perhaps…hatred, definitely… but no.
I attack him and his friends…because it's what I do.