I'll Write your Name in the Stars (Draco x Y/N)

13: 1993; Father and Son

DRACO'S POV

Friday, September 17

I got in the common room and saw Pansy.

"Hey handsome boy!"

"Fuck off Parkinson."

"Wha-"

"It's not because we snogged a bit that we're a thing now." I said.

"Oh well I know." She chuckled while looking down at the ground.

"Good."

Today was pretty boring. Normal classes, normal conversations, normal people. I didn't even see Y/N today because I decided to stay in my dorm this morning after I saw Pansy going in the Great Hall. I really didn't have the energy to see her yucky face.

Later that night, in my dorm I heard my owl scratch at my window. I opened it and took the letter that was attached to its leg. It was from my father.

Mr. Malfoy,

I heard that you lost your first match of the year. It was also against Gryffindor. Just know that I am very disappointed. I excepted better from you and hope you'll perform better from now on.

Lucius Malfoy.

It was too much. I was done! I started ripping the letter in many pieces before putting it in the garbage can. I took all my frustration and just punched in the wall. It made a big hole.

"Reparo." I heard someone say behind me.

It was Blaise.

"You need to control your anger Draco."

"Leave me alone." I said before rushing in the bathroom.

They were all a bunch of fools! All the people here at this school. Suddenly, I felt hate fill my cold heart. I just wanted anything except having to tolerate the stupid people I was in school with! I looked at myself with a mad face in the mirror before I got in the shower. I rubbed my head roughly with some shampoo and had a breakdown in there.

I started pulling on my hair out of anger. When I finally calmed myself down and got out of the bathroom, Blaise was already asleep. I just went to bed.

"Draco..." Blaise whispered in the dark.

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Argh stop asking me this question over and over! Yes I am." I said turning my back to him in my bed, even if I knew he couldn't see me.

"Don't mind what your father tells you."

"What do you mean?"

"The letter, I know it's from your dad."

"How?"

"Just by your reaction. I know you Draco."

I felt a small tear roll down my cheek. I hated my father, but I hated even more the fact that people knew I hated him.

"Goodnight Blaise."

"Night."

He never loved me. All my childhood, he treated me like a distant friend, never like his son. He never showed any type of affection towards me and I always thought it was normal. Until, that day in first year. I was waiting at platform 9 and 3/4 with my mum. My dad was busy as always. My parents always told me that it was normal for my father to be absent, that it was because he was a successful man. But then, I saw the Weasley family. My dad always said bad things about them. He used to say that they couldn't even afford to buy their kids a proper wand, a broomstick or new books. But that day I witnessed something that money could never buy. The love of a father. Their dad was there. Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny were all waiting for the train with both their mother and father. When the Hogwarts Express arrived, their dad hugged them, something that my father never did. He told them 'I love you', words that I never even heard my dad pronounce. Arthur Weasly looked at his children like they were the most precious things he could ever ask for. Suddenly, a feeling of jealousy took over me. The Weasley family might be poor, but they had something I knew I'd never have. Love. I always tried to rub all my material belongings in Ron's face to make myself feel better because all I'd really wanted for Christmas was one of those ugly sweaters Mrs. Weasley knits with affection for her kids. All I wanted was parents who love me.

To this point I was crying. I shoved my head in my pillow trying to silence my sobs. I don't know for how long I cried, but it felt like a year, until I fell asleep to the sound of my own sad thoughts.