What I can not have

I, Draco Malfoy, am known for my wealth. I come from a long line of purebloods, power and money.

Some consider me royalty and some do not.

Either way, I do not care. I do not care a sod of what people think. For I am power. I am beyond them. However, that is my father speaking. He finds all other life forms filth… it is sad really…

My life may seem pleasant and easy.

But it is far from that.

You cannot fathom what happens behind the great big walls of my mansion.

I am bluffing you say?

I certainly am not.

Every night I hear the screams of women raped; men tortured and children… children being killed. It is insanity. My own father, a killer. Yes, oh yes, it is true.

He works for the Dark Lord, as he calls him. Others call him The Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who or simply Voldemort. He has quite a name. Supposedly, it strikes fear in many hearts.

I find the name quite stupid, in my opinion. This Lord, as he calls himself, lacks of originality. Seriously, I would have chosen a name like Dark Lord Gennadius Odin… or the like. But like Juliet said in the Shakespearian play of Romeo and Juliet, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." 2.2

A name is only a name… but… nevertheless, he does lack of intelligence.

I am quite ashamed to say, if my father had caught me saying a quote from Shakespeare, he would have had my head. Yes, he has a hatred for muggles… and Mudbloods, as we Purebloods call them.

Yet I find them fascinating. But of course I will never admit that to anyone. But you, my fellow readers, I trust, shall not tell a word, yes?

Muggles. Quite a word. Why do we call them "muggles"? I find that ridiculous.

…it is hard to find a word to place them. To their eyes, they are normal, but they consider us either: Freaks, miracles, magicians, Angels (yes, some think we are Angels), or simply Wizards, which I prefer of course.

All these Muggles, they out number us. They have beaten us in intelligence, for they have technology, cars and spaceships going on the moon. What have we accomplished? Oh, yes… "A new discovery! How to lose weight in 1 minute with a simply potion!" Pathetic, really.

Sure there is, or rather, there was the Philosopher stone. But there was only one… for now. Do we really want to live forever? It might get quite boring.

I have noticed that it seems that I am ranting my problems. No, I am writing this because I feel the need to tell you that even I, Draco Malfoy, do not have every thing I want.

I may have all the latest brooms, clothes and such.

But…But there is only one thing I want the most. The one thing that…that I want to feel, have, touch, kiss, and be with. One girl…A woman to be prosiest.

Yes, a woman!

Many men say a woman will bring us to our deathbeds. I say the contrary, they shall bring us life, love and joy.

They do not understand. Men use women as pleasure, treat them as whores. They blame everything on them. They hurt them…

But… of course… women are not all that innocent. They do flaunt themselves at us, asking for it. They whine and complain. They can get away with anything.

Nonetheless… we, men and women, are meant for each other.

And if we try to co-exist with each other… we can live a life, a life of love and joy.

This girl, woman, is magnificent, beautiful, and intelligent. I will never love other women or look at other women again.

She has smitten me.

The first time I saw her, I knew she was the one.

And I can not have her. She is untouchable.

Yet no one sees her.

They think that she is ugly, or too smart… they are stupid. They cannot see her beauty, the beauty she holds.

I love her with all my heart, mind, body and soul.

And yet…and yet she does not know.

Every single time I see her, insult her (to my disgust); I love her more. Each day, my love grows.

It torments me that she does not know.

I wish this to end. To hold her.

…it will never happen…

You see, my father always was a bloody traditionalist; always thinking that Mudbloods are worthless. He made sure I would think and act that way.

I only act.

I have to act or he will hurt her… my mother.

My mother always loved me and said to do what ever I want, even if it was to marry a Mudblood, and that she would be happy.

My father over heard that conversation and punished us both.

That day on, I only craved for my love more.

My father's constant eye, prevents me from my love.

Thus, I tormented her… my love. I wish to take back every single mean and traitorous thing I said to her.

I beg for her forgiveness every single day. She can not hear me, for my heart, mind, body and soul is the one asking, craving for it. My mouth can not utter any words of it.

One day all this pain shall end and I shall be with my love…

Dear readers, I confided my deepest secret to you. I must ask you not to utter a word of this. I put my trust to you.

I only hope… that one day my dearest love shall be in my arms. And we shall be together.

The End

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Well, I hope you guys like it. Strange I know. Maybe some may think it's unlikely, but what ever. Tell me what you think; but when it comes to criticism, I only accept constructive criticism. I do not want:

"You're story sucks…" Or "this is pointless…" Or "This story is retarded…" Etc…

If you hate it so much don't read my fucking story and leave. I absolutely hate people that flame stories; it's stupid and the author doesn't give a damn. You're just being a worthless git.

I'm sorry if I offended any one out there, but it had to be told.

I hope you can review my story.

Maybe I shall continue; maybe not. Depends on what you think and want.

I also thanks my beta: GalaxyStorme!

Thank you.