This is a short piece I wrote a while ago and recently came across. So I thought, why not put it up on fanfic? So here it is. Hopefully some people enjoy it. From Draco's POV... although, reading it, it could be really any Malfoy. Review please!
When You're A Malfoy
He acts like a prince, and in many ways, he is. In the world he belongs in, the only world he knows, he holds the same position in society that a prince would. Like his father before him he radiates an aura of respect, of ice. You can never get close to him or into his heart, perhaps because he has no heart. When you look back into his past, he has always been this cold, this distant from the world. He has never loved or been loved, for him the world is about power, and only power. There is nothing else worthy of his attention.
From the time he was born up till now there were always rules. You must be emotionless. You must be detached. You must be cold. You must acknowledge your status and live up to it. You must be malicious. No one ever told him these rules, but if he broke them his father would punish him, and he'd know not to break them again. He never thought it unnatural his father was more of a mentor than a paternal figure. He accepted the constant criticism without complaint and learnt, as every other Malfoy heir had learnt before him, how to be a hardhearted, proper character. How to be a Malfoy.
At school, everybody knows him but by his name, face and hierarchy, but nobody knows him by his heart. That's not to say he has no friends. But to him, a friend is the same as a connection, somebody who can help you on your way to the top. A friend is somebody you can use, somebody who will obey you and follow your every command. He can not be friends with those above him, only hold them in high respect. What he doesn't understand is, a friend could be the only thing he needs to pull him out of the dark world he is trapped in.
He knows he's Malfoy; he knows what being a Malfoy means. And he lives up to this in every way possible. Even his physical traits reflect his heritage. He has the traditional platinum hair, icy complexion and stone gray eyes with a deathly glint that never leaves and haunts innocent first years' dreams. He takes advantage of his looks to scare and to keep his place as prince. They make him look untouchable, make him look invincible.
And he can never be free. He can never say no to power or escape the darkness he was born with. Everything he does gives this away. A laugh from his lips always contains a sneer. A smile will always be spiteful. A hug will always be obligatory, never out of choice. A kiss will always be forceful. Every action he performs gives away his coldness; every action he performs makes him a Malfoy.
He often wonders (silently, of course) about his life. He is everything a Slytherin could be and he is proud of that, but he's always questioning it. The pleasure he gets from another human's pain sometimes causes a hint of worry to invade his thoughts, but he finds it easier to forget this than act on it. He can not dream of far-off places, or imagine another world, another life. While others take delight in the fantasies of fairytales, he can not understand them. He can not delve into the realm of fantasy his luckier classmates enjoy. He was never invited.
He is a Slytherin, he is a snake. Although, sometimes, he questions this. And that's what makes him different.
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Well, if you liked it please review! And even if you didn't, feel free to constructively critizise. Or even flame, if it was that bad. Thanks!
