AN- This is a very short one-shot about Draco. I'm not sure if I'm going to write more… I might do another chapter about Hermione or something. Let me know if you think I should!

Gray

I stare blankly at my reflection, no emotion on my face. Light blonde hair, almost white, falls around my pale face, framing my silvery gray eyes. Everything about me is light. I smile wryly. Ironic, because if you knew me, you'd say everything about me is dark.

My eyes, a perfect gray, stare back at me with a hauntingly blank expression. No emotion, no life. This pretty much sums up my whole existence. Doomed to take orders forever, no life of my own. Just following in my father's footsteps.

Doesn't anyone care that I should have a choice too? Nope. They all just take one look at me and say, "He's a Malfoy. He's the devil spawn, and, OOH, a Death Eater!" Honestly, does anyone honestly try to get to know anyone at all? I can still remember when one person tried to befriend me… I only wish I had accepted. But now I guess it's just too late.

I look at you now and wish I hadn't pushed you away that day. I could be living a completely different life right now. You might be happier, knowing that you convinced one of the most important Death Eaters to switch sides. I'm sorry, Hermione. You will never know how much I regret that day.

Seventeen… So young to be taking such adult actions. I can't fight my destiny, I can only wait for the day this comes to an end. I know the Light side will win, and they will find me. I will receive the Dementor's Kiss, or maybe death. I don't care which. As long as this life of pretend is over. I am not a person, only a shadow. An empty shell of a human being. And no one ever notices. Except you, and now I've pushed you away.

You're gone forever, Hermione. You will never give me a second chance after the way I treated you. I stare out at the rising sun, hoping that someday this will be over. Someday.

My gray eyes remain icy, lifeless. Reflecting my entire existence. Never feeling anything, a shadow, a shell. Hopeless, dying, empty. Gray.