Name: Hannah-Freya

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Rating: PG so far

Pairing: Will be DM/HrG

Summary: What happens when you're presented with an opportunity to have everything you ever wanted? Would you take it? (NOT SLASH!)

Summary for this part: Draco reaches a decision...

Part Two

I wanted to be Potter. Just for one moment.

To be the hero.

I wanted to be a part of the golden trio.

Oh, I haven't gone soft. I still look down on the Weasel, and the Mudblood.

They are less than me.

Logically I know this, but still I want them. I want Granger to look at me adoringly like she does Potter. I want to throw my head back and laugh as heartily as Potter because of something amusing the Weasel has said.

I want to know what it is that they do when all of Hogwarts is asleep. What they whisper about when their heads enclose in their little circle. How they manage to foil all of the Dark Lord's plans.

When we returned to school to start our fifth year, Harry's credibility was shot.

I revelled in it. Finally perfect precious Potter was finally being put in his place.

All the same, the golden group seemed to find happiness among them.

Through power given to me by the new DADA teacher, I pursued them.

I hated that they smiled. I wanted to wipe the grins off their faces That they laughed. That people (even if they were few and far between) still talked to them.

I watched them.

No one ever noticed.

Years went by. My habit continued.

Fifth year came and went.

One day, as the final days of our sixth year ticked by, I watched Granger out of the corner of my eye as she scowered the library.

She glanced up, and her face lit up as she smiled. I was struck by the change. I wondered at it's cause. I had barely even finished the thought when Potter entered into the frame. She moved her books to make room for him at the table she occupied, as she chattered away with her friend she positively glowed.

I found myself wondering absently if I had ever made anyone light up just by my presence-

just by entering a room.

I wondered if I had, infact, ever made anyone light up for ANY reason to do with me.

I slamed shut, and picked up my books. Flanked by Crabbe and Goyle I walked by 'their' table, made a (required) scathing remark to them, and glided my way to the Slytherin Common Room.

As I sank onto my favourite lounge Crabbe and Goyle stood awaiting my instruction. With a flick of my hand I waved them off, and, like dogs being let off their leads, they bounded off-

to merlin knows where.

I sat there, on my lounge for hours. Staring off into space. Completely silent but for the ticking of an ancient Grandfather clock. Completely dark but for the flickering of a few candles.

It was then that I came to a realisation.

I wanted to be Potter.

Therefor, I would be Potter.