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A Different Perspective
It had often been remarked that Draco Malfoy was, and is, the most arrogant man to ever live. Of course, from a certain point of view (ie, everyone but me) he is. He was always confident, some may say arrogant, and often displayed cowardly tendencies. But I've seen the man within. I love the man with my heart and soul. Of course, who would believe me, Pansy Parkinson?
I met Draco when I was a small child. Our fathers were, you may say "friends", but they were somehow less than that, yet more. It's complicated. They were both followers of the Dark Lord, you know. Maybe that makes them friends, I cannot say.
Draco and I recieved our letters and were quite unimpressed we both got in. Lucius wanted to send Draco to Romania to Durmstrang, as did my father. But both of our mothers said no. So we both went to Hogwarts where our relationship expanded to more than friendship.
Draco and I never had "sexual intercourse" as you say, at Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, or anywhere else until after we left school, and even then until after the war began where he was just so frustrated our mutual repression exploded. We pledged ourselves to each other on the battlefield as the first casualties fell. He can be passionate and romantic, though you may not believe me. To the other houses he was a coward. But he never raised his hand to me. He never hurt those he loved physically. Draco hurt me too many times with his cynicism and sarcasm. He was not insecure, or a coward, really, he just feared those who deserved respect.
He was never much at classes, but his father managed to pay the school governors off so Draco's grades were acceptable. Mind you, when he wanted to, he surpassed all others in our class. With the exception of Hermione Granger. Oh yes, Draco loathed her. As did I, and most of our housemates. Draco did not secretly love her. He did not find her in any way attractive. She was snotty, stuck-up, and an insufferable know-it-all. No Slytherin would go near her with a twenty metre pole for any amount of money. It made the entire house cringe when she scored "O"s across the board in O.W.L.s, and again in N.E.W.T.s. I remember Draco whinging all day when that happened. I ended up Flooing to his house so he could rant. He kissed me, then. It wasn't innocent, or pure, or even friendly. It was… passionate. He showed more passion in that short kiss than I had ever seen him show. That was when I truly realised I loved him. It wasn't the usual cry, it was true love. I loved him, and still love him, more than I love life.
This man made me angry. This man made me cry. This man, though, is not a murderer. I know you should not believe me, given my so-called reputation. But I love him. I've known him for most of my life. This man is no murderer. You've seen him from your perspective, now you've seen him from mine perspective. Believe me, he is not a bad man. A coward at times, maybe, but not a bad man.