Dramione~Misunderstood.

Dracos POV~

I cant do this anymore.

I can't be this arrogant, rude, annoying rich 16 year old boy, who cares about no-one. I can't keep pretending to be something I'm not. But i have to, for my father, and for the simple fact that i have no choice but to live up to my family‘s reputation. The Malfoy‘s reputation.

I never asked for this life, i never asked for my father, Lucius Malfoy, to be one of Lord Voldemort‘s most loyal and trusted allie.

I dont want to be the bad guy.

All i want is a normal life, with normal family, normal friends and normal people who care about me.  Ha, people who care. In this world, in my world, no one cares.

I have nothing.

So i get up, get dressed and put on my mask, my mask of arrogance and non-chalant rudeness, i think of her.

Her with her know-it-all attitude, her relentless pestering and her mischievous smirk.

Her, with her beautiful brown eyes, with hints of amber dancing around her pupils.

Her, with her rosy red lips, just begging to be kissed, yet i cannot oblige.

We live in two different worlds, her and i. She is a mudblood, not poor but far from rich, she has nothing, but somehow she is my everything.

I am a filthy rich boy, with everything he desires apart from the one thing he wants most. Her.

Hermione.