I'm sick of this life. Except for you. I'm sick of the looks everyone gives me. Society reviles me. Lucius Malfoy, the monster, the murderer. You don't see that, do you? You see me, broken, yes, but you see that I'm human. Otherwise, how could you embrace me? How could you tell me that I can still keep my head high after all I've done?
Tonight, I'm drinking myself under the table. I can hear your voice in my head. You are unapologetic, you encourage me to be so. We should flaunt our affair in front of respectable society. Like we're giving them and all the muggle-lovers the finger. But… part of me knows that I've been wrong before. And this could be just as wrong. It used to be fun, but in the light of day, you and I both are just wrecked up versions of ourselves.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JK Rowling. "How You Remind Me" belongs to Nickelback.