thatoneslytherin111
"Oh shove off Arabella! You act like you know me-like you've seen the things I've seen..but you don't-you haven't. I'm just a fool, aren't I? The fool that everyone bloody hates!" The blonde shouted, his eyes watering, bottom lip quivering with emotion as he frowned at the brunette.
"Draco, you aren't a fool. Not in my eyes." Said the girl. And although being yelled at, her voice was as soft as ever. She'd never used his first name when addressing him, but right now, she didn't care.
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Draco was the kid that everyone stepped out of the way for. He was the one who intimidated people, and made people seem smaller than he was. But he wasn't always like this-he didn't always want to be "the best of the best". However, to satisfy his father, he had to.
A particular girl believed in the good of people. Although in the Slytherin house, she was caring and respectful, and she noticed that Draco wasn't who he let on to be. In her eyes, Draco was broken-misguided. Like a blind dog. And in her eyes, he wasn't feared, he wasn't hated. He was just Draco Malfoy.
In fifth year when she discovers something about him, he admits it: he admits that he hasn't been himself-that he hadn't had a choice since he'd came to Hogwarts. And she believes him.
In her eyes, he was more than a broken boy, who made all the wrong choices for the right reasons.