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"I can't take it anymore."

I hated how my voice cracked in front of Harry. I hated how I cried in front of him. I hated how I felt so free around him.

"What's the matter?" Harry exclaimed, running to my side. He was always there. He would never leave me. This would be always.

"They keep staring. I've gotten used to it but now Pansy Parkinson is provoking me. Every day in the great hall, she uses her dirty witch fingernails to touch my hair and she keeps telling me what I am. That I'm so weak I can't even stand humans. That the reason I fear humans is because I'm a monster."

Harry looked deep in thought for a moment before he spoke. "That's what makes us special, Draco. You're a monster. Accept it. I am too. I learned that a long time ago in the Oceans. I also learned that our type of monsters...our type is monsters are the best kind."

"Why are we the best?"

"Because we're mental, but still manage to seem sane."

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