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Like every girl, I wish I owned Draco Malfoy.

Like every sane person, I wish I owned H.P.

Like every writer, I wish I was J.K.R.

Unfortunately for me, I'm not.

I don't own anything, only thier thoughts. (Insert evil laugh here)

Draco Malfoy's Greatest Secrets

He never thought that his parents' beliefs about purebloods, mudbloods, and half-bloods would ever get him in trouble or ever do anything that would stop him from making sense. The first time he ever doubted what his parents told him was when he met Harry Potter for the first time in Diagon alley. He remembered telling him about houses and insulting Hagrid, the gamekeeper. Then he saw the anger and….and disgust in Potter's face and, at that moment, began to doubt everything his parents had ever told him about blood purity.

He always got everything he wanted, always. He meant the world to his parents and they gave him everything he ever wanted, ever needed and ever desired. The first time he heard the word no was when he met Harry Potter, the great, famous Harry Potter. He'd always dreamed of being the best friend to Harry Potter, the Harry Potter. He always thought that he would be the one to help Harry adjust to the wizarding world, that they would become best friends, like brothers and he, Draco, would get some of the fame that Harry so unfairly had. But he also remembered the cold, hard look in Potter's eyes when he told him that he didn't want to be friends and, in an instant, all his dreams of friendship crashed. Slowly, disappointment turned to anger and hate.

But it wasn't only disappointment. He was jealous of Harry. In Slytherin, you didn't have friends, you had allies and they never, ever stood up for each other the way Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws did. Slytherins didn't really like or trust each other. So he always envied Harry for his friends, for Ron and Hermione and Ginny and Neville and Luna. So he made fun of them to hide his hurt and disappointment that he would never have friends like that. He also envied Harry for his fame, for how all the teachers liked him because he was the famous, brave Harry Potter. How all the teachers liked Hermione Granger, the mudblood, because she was the most intelligent witch of her age, and they liked Ron because of his family. They never liked him the same way and he was envious of that. The only true friend he ever had was Theo Nott and the only teacher who ever liked him was Professor Snape. Soon envy turned to anger and hate.

He enjoyed Hogwarts, not because of studies or his friends, but because of all the people who admired him, especially Pansy. He never loved Pansy, or even liked her. Oh, he did at first but, after a while, he saw how shallow and self centered she was, and considered breaking it off with her. But she worshiped him, and he liked that. So he hung on to her until he left HoHogHogwarts. Hel ied. Hogwarts.

He lied. He honestly liked Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger, or he would have if they would even consider looking at him. But their hatred of him hurt his pride and, instead of wondering how to change so that they wouldn't hate him, he hated them in return. It wasn't until after the Second War that he ever regretted listening to what his parents taught him about how to deal with people who don't like him. He always regretted turning to hate rather than changing himself to make others like him. He always bought friendship and it wasn't until he met Astoria that he ever realized how wrong he was.

He didn't really care one way or the other about Voldemort. He remembered tracing his father's dark mark when he was a little boy, looking up into his father's eyes and asking him what it was. He also remembered the disapproval in his mother's eyes when his father answered. When he was a little boy, his parents told him about an evil Dark Lord. He thought it was just nightmare his parents made up to scare him. Then, when they told him about Harry Potter, the nightmare became history, something that could neither hurt nor help you, just a fact that you lived with. But then, Voldemort was back and, he was safe. His father was a death eater and he was a member of one of the oldest families and was pure blood. But then, his father was in prison and his father's master was insisting that he take his father's place. Getting the dark mark burned into his arm was the worst day of his life and it was the scariest thing he had ever done, until he proposed to his wife. It was that fear which made him agree to kill Dumbledore, though he never intended to do it. He was afraid of what would happen if he refused and he knew that he had to protect his mother, no matter what.

He didn't like his aunt Bellatrix. She was obsessed. She was cruel. It was only after Aunt Bellatrix and her beloved Lord moved into his house did his mother tell him about Andromeda. He remembered her weeping at night, crying for her sister to help her, crying to God, asking why her sister left. When he confronted her about it, she told him about Andy, and they cried together. He never admitted it but he longed to meet his aunt Andy and hoped that, one day, she would forgive them and they could be a family again.

The battle of Hogwarts was terrifying. His friends were here. His family was here. And then, he was running through the castle and Crabbe and Goyle….were starting the feindfyre in Room of Requirement and Harry Potter, the Harry Potter saved his life and saved Goyle's life, though Crabbe was killed by his own spell. He remembered Ron crying out to Harry that he'd never forgive him if they died for Draco Malfoy but Harry insisted on saving them anyway. And he knew that he'd be indebted to Harry Potter for the rest of his life.

After the battle, after Voldemort died, he left home for a while. He traveled everywhere, he traveled anywhere, just to get away from it all. It was on one of these voyages that he met Astoria again. He'd known her at Hogwarts in his seventh year. She was a beautiful, pert sixth year Ravenclaw when he was in seventh. She was a friend of Myrtle's and Myrtle was the one who introduced them that year. He met her in Paris, where he was living for a few months. By the time he returned to England with her, he was in love with her. She was the only one he trusted completely, save his mother. She returned to Hogwarts for her seventh year and, after she graduated, they started dating and were married soon after.

Astoria was everything to him and his marriage was the happiest day of his life. Only one day was happier, and that was when Scorpius was born. All too soon, it was time to let Scorpius go to Hogwarts and he knew that Scorpius would be alright….but Gryffindor……Albus Potter. True, he and Harry had reconciled after the war but they were never the best of friends. But despite it all, he loved his son more than anyone else in the world. Then Scorpius started dating Lily Potter….Lilly Potter. It took him a while to accept the girl and he doubted that his father ever would. But the girl was sweet and kind and Scorpius honestly loved her and she made him happy. By the time he proposed, Draco really liked Lily. By the time they were married, he had accepted her as part of the family just as he knew Harry had accepted his son into their family and he was grateful because a small part of him had never stopped envying Harry and doubted that he ever would. Then, he held his first grandchild and he saw Harry standing beside him, tears in his eyes and he placed his arm around Harry's shoulder, he knew that, at long last, he and Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, were friends.

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