"Why?" Hermione asked Draco. "Why do you call me that?"
Draco considered the question. How to explain the trauma he has been put through? How to explain the values his family taught him? How to explain his destiny of becoming a death eater? Instead of answering, he just glared and smirked at her. "Because you are one. You don't belong here you filthy mud blood!"
"Shove off, Malfoy!" Ron yelled in anger.
"Watch it, Draco!" Harry said sternly before turning away. The golden trio walked into the gryffindor common room together, disgusted at malfoy.
After they walk away, crabbe and goyle snicker between themselves and turn to head towards the slytherin common room. As Draco walks after them, he thinks to himself how ashamed he should be, but instead feels pride that his father would be proud. He thinks to himself at how his bigotry began as a child...
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Draco's troubled childhood
FanfictionDraco grew up in an emotional and mentally abuse household, and love always felt out of reach.
