Formals and potions, the search for knowledge and the unattainable - beauty and power, death and glory all wrapped up in a char-black caldron and at his finger tips if he chose to learn it, to apply it.
So he studies, keeps to his books and doesn't make friends with his peers because he knows that what he's learning will make him better, greater then any of them could hope to be in their wildest dreams.
He looks down on them, them and their Quidditic and their dating and their laughing faces with flushed red cheeks and wide beaming smiles– its all so juvenile compared to what he desires.
He gets his praise from his teachers and tutors but he always get their scorn, and he think they envy him but part of him knows they pity him, find him amusing in his solitude so different from their pack mentality and it angers him to think that they, those blundering law breakers and monsters in human bodies, feel sorry for him.
But no-one is completely a loner. There is a pack for him, made up of smart, elegant wizards and witches who are the right kind of people and they are so humbled to have him in their presence. They fuss over him, make him glorious and so he falls easily, especially so for the aloof, pale man who takes him under his wing, grooms him to be someone of special interest and seduces him in dark backrooms, with blood pounding in his ears because he hasn't been touched in so long and he trembles from the need of it, for another touch, another invisible hand print on his skin.
"When the Dark Lord is powerful," the pale man whispers, placing a soft reverent kiss to his shoulder blade as they grind together, his tales of a future world an aphrodisiac to heighten their pleasure. "We shall own the entire world, it shall be our play thing."
And he knows who he will play with first when that day comes, whose minds he will warp with his potions – he'll destroy the man who pitied him and cursed him with cruel names and wicked charms by destroying his monster, his dear human beast before his eyes.
And then he'll laugh.
Laugh for all those times they laughed at him and that will be the best revenge his powers could ever bring him, better than the man moving so gently inside of him, better than the approving looks and words, better than anything.