Sob stories
Rejection isn't nice
Author's notes: Dedicated to Zoe and her love for Draco!
When I offered "Potter" my hand, I didn't know what to think. If we actually did become great friends then I would finally have a real friend. But then again...It was the boy-who-lived. If I could just pretend to be his little friend then I could easily take him to father. Me and father would become Lord Voldimorts favourites. That is, when i'm old enough. I want that cool tattoo now though!
Sadly, the Dark Lord had to die. There are rumours that he's still out there. Bidding his time. Of course, I believe them...I'm still waiting for him. I know he is just gaining powers ready for a big come-back. Father told me that. And once he realises that me and father killed potter then he will reward us more than our wildist dreams.
I stand there for a few more seconds, waiting for his hand to shake mine. I thought of all the great possibilities that could happen. Except one. The one answer he gave to me. A "No". I was too stunned to talk so I just glare. I once again hide my hurt with another emotion. Malfoys weren't supposed to get hurt. I quickly step aside, not wanting to make a fool of myself...thing was, I already had.
I solmenly walk into the great hall. You could clearly see excitement written over every first year face. But I could only show disspointment and hurt.
Okay! Thats a bit different from what I usually write...but I wanted Draco to feel hurt that smething didn't go his way! I will try and make another Draco though...a more, happy one!!
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