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Draco Reconsiders, AKA Why Draco REALLY Chose To Remain On The Dark Side And Stuff And Things
A new day is dawning. The soft plink of pebbles scattered into water rises gently from the cool silence. A pale figure sits alone in the boathouse, eyes cast toward the expanding ripples.
As those ripples disperse, a deep sigh is heard.
The conscience of Draco Malfoy weighs heavy today.
Feeling every shudder of his heart, the boy ponders his dilemma. The predicament determines his actions, but..perhaps not his beliefs. And on this day, the youngest son of a proud lineage feels his will to be wavering. Could he truly be feeling..doubt?
There is no breeze here, amongst the thin mist clinging to the surface below. No distraction from the chasm opening within him. He was always so sure of his place, so confident of the role he must play, utterly certain of his...his...
He pauses. Drops another pebble into the still waters. Examines the wispy hole punched by its descent.
His Fathers' ideals, then. Is he merely content to accept any truth presented, by his parents, his relatives , by anyone - anyone with the endorsement of his Father? This notion disturbs Draco. He - he thought he was himself. He wants to feel pride in his beliefs.
So..was it all wrong? The things he has thought, said, and done - were they truly bad? Is he, then, a bad person? And those he feels such animosity towards..could they, in turn, be the good guys? Draco takes a moment to appreciate his seated position; this revelation would certainly have floored him. Weasley, that mudblood girl, even..ugh, even Potter? He forces himself to lend the matter genuine consideration. Maybe...Potter and his friends...aren't so bad, after all. He groans.
Draco Malfoy possesses many qualities, but modesty is not one of them. How will he ever show humility..debase himself before his former enemies....apologise.
The young man steels himself. It may not be easy, but it is right. He rises to his feet, a new resolve flooding his body. Determined, he stands tall. Righteous, he holds his head high. A smile curls the corners of his lips. He has never felt more pure.
Suddenly, an impact. In slow motion, he sees the mists rise to shroud him. Hears peals of annoyingly familiar laughter over the ringing in his ears. Feels the icy grip of the lake as he sinks face-first into its embrace.
Flailing, Draco watches the pineapple bobbing violently above him.
Nope.
Potter and his friends are dicks.
Hope it's alright x) Thana, Slytherin.
