Draco Malfoy was not the narcissistic stuck up daddy's boy that everyone believes him to be.In fact if by a miracle he decided to let you see past his facade, you would find that he laughs smiles and loves like the average teenage boy. Unfortunately this means that he also hurts and can be hurt.
And hurt is just one of the many emotions he feels as he is sitting in the last compartment on the train by himself ,trying to process what what the fuck he just saw.
he had just arrived and had gone looking for his friends when he stumbled across a horrifying sight.
Blaise Zambini his best friend since he was born, the only person in the world he trusted more then anyone(apart from pansy). The guy he told all his secrets too. was snogging Neville Longbottom the griffindork. And he means in his lap,slurpy full on make out session.
He was scarred for life. It was official he was going to stick his wand in his eyes to try and remove the image that was imprinted on his brain.
Instead of making a scene he had quietly slunk back to his cabin where he now sat in shock, processing.
Hurt.
Yup he was definitely hurt. Not because his best friend was gay or the fact that he was dating the enemy. No he didn't care about those things. It was the fact that he hadn't told him. His best friend. That bastard.He slouched in his seat putting up his famous Malfoy scowl and huffed. thinking of ways to strangle him when he returned from his reunion with his beloved. he was in the middle of the image of dracos hands around blaises neck when there was a knock on his compartment door.
He looked up from his thought to see pansy entering and plopping down beside him with a sigh. she took one look at his face and simply said " what is it this time? don't tell me its potter because i refuse to stalk him this year for your entertainment."
At this dracos cheeks reddened slightly and his frown deepened as he spat at her "i never stalked stupid potter you hag, why dont you go find another boy-toy to drag around for the next few days?" this had no affect on pansy however as she had grown up with these snide remarks and simply brushed them off before returning to the toddler in front of her.
"merlin save me we aren't even at school yet and i'm already dealing with a tantrum. i do believe thats a new record draco." the response she got was a string of foul crude words that would have made Mcgonagall blush. she just rolled her eyes and proceeded to ask about his holidays with his family. to be honest she had been worried. she knew that dracos family life was not the best and after him frequently declining her offer to see him during break she had pondered his well being.
she watched as he deflated at the mention of his family, his eyes growing tired and his shoulder slumping. he opened his mouth to reply but was cut of by blaise slinking into the cabin with shiny lips, tousled hair and a sheepish expression.
draco starred daggers at him before closing his eyes and lying down with a hmph. pansys reply was simply " im not even going to ask" before turning back to draco with the face of a mother hen. but instead of makng a fuss and demanding an answer she just pulled dracos head into her lap and let him sleep for the rest of the train ride.
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A Mask Of Hatred (drarry)
FanfictionSet in sixth year with no Voldemort. Just a slow burn from hatred to friendship to love. Sorry for grammar and spelling but I hope you enjoy. I own no characters or settings (unfortunately) . Rating:mature Contains violence inappropriate languag...