Perhaps she hates me.
That would explain a lot.
It would explain why every time I smile, she interprets it as a smirk. It would explain why she believes my high marks to be blatant favoritism. It would explain why she ignores every good thing I do, every person I help, and focuses only on my torment of Gryffindors.
I think she hates me.
Maybe that's why she compares my every move to that of Potter's. It is never my victory, it is always his loss. It's never my pain, it's always his triumph. When Potter complains that life isn't fair, he is hard done by and pitied. I, however, am whimpering and are pathetic. When he walks away from a fight, he's noble. When I walk away, I'm a coward. When Potter stands up for his beliefs, he is a hero and a savior. When I defend my convictions, I'm opinionated, I'm rude and I'm hateful. Maybe that's why, to her, he suffers and I sulk. He yells and I scream. He angst's and I pout. He is the Boy-Who-Lived, and I am the Amazing Bouncing Ferret.
It is quite possible that she hates me.
That's why she sees me as no more than a Slytherin, evil to the core, a hater of Muggles and Muggle-born alike. I'm a Death Eater in training, a snitch, a sneak, a coward. I'm a spoiled brat, Mummy's boy, Snape's pet, Dumbledore's bane. I am never nice to anyone, I am incapable of human emotions and feelings, (other than hate and triumph, of course). I have no affection for any person, I am devoid of any stable relationships, but I thrive in it like the 'cocky prat' I am.
It must be that she hates me.
She sees everything I do as wrong, without showing any degree of objectivity. Let's take third year as an example. I make a cutting remark to a Hippogriff, and it attacks me. My Father hears of it and decided to destroy the creature, and I am seen the Evil One. Why? Because I was pleased. However, had that Hippogriff attacked Potter, it would have died in the blink of an eye.
However,let's look at the situation rationally, the way I wish she would. I didn't hurt the Hippogriff, I didn't kick or pluck the stupid thing. I merely insulted it, and it attacked me. What if some First Year had thrown something at it? It would have killed them. Why don't we simplify it further. Say it had been a dog that I had called stupid, and it had turned around and bitten me. The dog would have been put down. Now, yes a Hippogriff is a beautiful creature, proud and fierce, but what price do we put on our safety?
I don't have friends, I have lackeys. I don't walk, I saunter. I don't cry, I whimper. And I never, ever smile.
It's true.
J.K. Rowling hates me.
A/N: I don't own anything, and unfortunately for Draco, J.K. Rowling owns it all, including him. Please review this little drabble!