When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 2. This is how I'll die

-Draco's pov-

"Here, you'll need this. And don't forget your books, you'll need them too."
I nodded. I couldn't wait until I was out of this madhouse. Mother gave me an inspecting look. She knew something was off. But I didn't had any intention to tell her about it, so I hurriedly took my robe from her hands and my books from a bench besides us.

It was a nice sunny day. I would appreciate it. If I appreciated anything, but I don't soo... I don't really care if it's a sunny day. But it seems that mother is getting a better mood because of it. I'm outside my house. Well, manor. To be exact. And not mine, never mine. Fathers.
I am outside father's manor and I'm currently bidding my mother good bye. I'm soon to be off for my fifth year at Hogwarts. I'm supposed to be at Kings Cross in thirty minutes, so mother kissed me goodbye and soon I was off together with a house elf.

I got there pretty early considering we apparated and there was still many cabins left untouched.
I placed myself alone in one of them. I still hadn't shaken off a nervous feeling I've had since a week ago. It was then I had decided I would do this. I would do it to escape this rotten hell called earth. I would be gone. But not through suicide, oh no. Suicide was forbidden. No, I have another way.

For the reason I'm currently thinking about suicide is because my life isn't worth more than a fly. The only thing of worth on me is the name I have and the clothes I own. Everything else is a total disappointment. I know that, because my father hasn't let a day go while he's home without reminding me about it.

I don't want to think of my home. I hate it. I don't want to think of my school. I hate it. I don't want to think of my life. I hate it, and soon enough I will get rid off it.

The truth to be told I was never a very pretty child. I always had scars and wounds because... I can't even think about it.
But as I matured I suddenly actually found myself developing into a pretty beautiful young boy. My appearance had of course with my blood inheritance to do. My father is a veela, an dominant veela. Father knew I also would be a beautiful man as him one day, but the only different would be... that I will become a submissive. Yes, a submissive. Me, A Malfoy, submissive?? I'm not even worth my name. To dare be born a submissive. My father threw his interest in me away the second he found out, and you can found out pretty easily at a very young age. It has with the smell you give out to do. Only veelas can smell it.

But enough about that. I'm planning on using my veela thing to die. Yes, just that. Die. That's all I've ever wanted, but it's also the thing I've been most afraid to try. I never tried suicide, if I survived and my father found out I would be meeting a fate far worse than the life I already have.

But now I have a way. The thing is, Potter is a veela. My full time rival is a veela. And a dominant one at that. I hate him. I hate him with everything I got. He's life is so perfect. He is a person everyone wants to befriend. Not like me, I am a freak. He's perfect, and I'm hideous.
I've spent much time trying not to show my madness in school. Father always tells me I'm mad.
So I've tried everything to cover up for it, and that left me and Potter hating each other. Now, I'm going to take use of that hate to die. A veela can choose his mate. It's pretty easy. You just mentally tell yourself that that person is your mate. Now that's not the only way to mate. If you fall in love with someone you'll unconsciously mate.

But there's one catch. If the person you mate with don't turn back the love and mates with you in less than two months, you die. You die. And that's my plan. I'm going to make Harry my mate. He doesn't need to know it, and I'll just avoid him. In two months, I'll die a natural death and no one will ever know who my mate was. I don't feel sorry for thinking this. I won't miss anything in this life, well, maybe mother, but nothing else. I don't have any real friends and I don't plan on making ones ether. I'm a freak, and I can't let someone in close enough to see that. Then I would disgrace the Malfoy name more than I already have. I have to put on the Malfoy mask. That's the only thing father allows.

The ride to Hogwarts was long and after several hours the train finally arrives. I've had avoided all of my slytherin friends. I didn't want anything to do with them, and, after all, they couldn't really be called friends. Just people I spent time with, so no one would see my rotten self.

I made a point in avoiding everyone. The only mission for this term was to die, to anger Potter as much as I could.

A/N: Ok, so this is my second chapter. I would love critics and corrections in grammatical and spelling errors. I'm not native english speaker so it would be very appreciated. I also want to know what you think about the story this far and as it goes on, and I'm always open for suggestions //Keiiyou :) <3