Famous Runaways - - DRARRY - - On Hold

The Boy Who Has It All

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Draco
People always think I am the luckiest boy in the kingdom. Hell, why wouldn't they? I'm the crown Prince of Slytherin, the richest boy in the country, a wave of my hand and I'm given anything I want. I have a family, friends, money, a home, looks, and soon - a kingdom...... Ha, who am I kidding, I have everything. I should be happy, but...... I'm not.

Being a Prince is..... So exhausting. I hate my family - they always expect perfection, and if I'm not.... Well, sometimes my father hits me. Ha... Imagine if people knew that King Lucius hit his son. That would be the biggest scandal in a thousand years. Probably more.
Then my 'friends', most who only stick around with me because I'm 'the Slytherin Prince', my money, or fame. I don't care about money: I know half of it is from dodgy deals and taxes. Of course he doesn't make the nobility pay, but all the middle class and lower class(or mudbloods as nobility call them).
             Yes I might be handsome, but people only take an interest in me for them, and I swear half the people I've met only like me for my looks. The kingdom - God, it would only earn me hate from the other 3 kingdoms, and the lower class. It would just give me more hassle. Besides, who'd want everyone watching your every move - just waiting from you to fuck up so they can gossip. And as for home..... Well this isn't a home, this is a prison. If I was in the dungeons I wouldn't feel any different.

At breakfast, I'm sat in the huge dining hall as usual. I check my pocket for the plastic bag and bring my fork to my mouth, but slip the food into my sleeve and place it in my bag. After a while, my plate, but also my stomach, is empty. I excuse myself and go back to my room, then empty the food down the toilet, and weigh myself. I sigh, 113lbs. I'm not nearly skinny enough. As a prince, I need to look perfect. I need to be perfect. Who would want a fat prince? Who would ever love someone who's fat? I close my eyes and take deep breaths. Once I got to 100lbs I'd be fine. I'd be perfect. But I still had a long way to go. But I'd be fine.... I would be perfect if it was the last thing I'd do.