Confessions of a Drama Queen

Added note/disclaimer: I also use quotes from other places. If you find a quote that wasn't cited, please notify me.

Additional Notes/ Warning Labels:

1. It was written for entertainment.

2. I don't really care what you say about this story. I know it's strange and implausible.

3. Don't take it seriously.

4. I went to Mars and changed that fact that I'm American (NOT!) Excuse my Americanism and my twisted sense of humor.

5. No offense is meant. If I offend you in any way or manner, I apologize!

6. Finally, from Draco to us, "You read my diary? That is not OK. A diary is like a person's most private possession. You don't even know what I was writing about."

"Better look again. Deeper. It's like kaleidoscope, isn't it?"

Introduction:

Welcome to My Life

My name is Draco Malfoy. I bet that makes you think that you know me, right?

Maybe you've heard about my family. About the so-called pureblood Malfoy family? The one that is always linked to the Dark Lord? Mostly it's because of my father, you see.

All you know about me are rumors. All you know about me is based on what others say about me. You don't know the first thing about me.

This is what you know: My name is Draco Malfoy. I am a seventeen-year-old kid in the Magical World. You know that I am a person. You know that I go to school with Harry Potter. You know that I was there when Dumbledore died. You know that I have blonde hair and gray eyes.

You may also know that I am an outcast.

Maybe you even know that my father hates me and would find a way to blame me for his being in jail and would probably beat the crap out of me until I'm almost dead and then try to make amends by buying whatever I last hinted I wanted.

But you think you know me, don't you? You think I'm just daddy's little rich boy who gets everything he wants when he wants it.

What if I told you that you're wrong?

What if I told you that what you see is not necessarily the truth? What if I told you that I don't hate Harry Potter? What if I told you I'm not very popular and I know it? What if I told you more than half of the Slytherins hate me? What if I told you ...

Everything you were told is a lie.

What if I told you ... I'm in love with Harry Potter?

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- David Klass

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"All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances ..."

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Prologue:

Where We Begin

When I was born, my parents argued. My mother wanted to name me Orion. She wanted to name something soft, something sweet, but she would settle for Orion. She wanted to call me Zayn, which means beauty.

My father wanted a son with a strong name. He chose the name Drakon. It was Greek and strong, but my mother changed it to Draco.

I know she hated it, but that was the name I was to be called. When I was younger, my mother would call me by a different name. I can't remember what it was now, but I remember that she would shower me in love.

My father disapproved.

I can remember the first time he hit me. I was only five and I'd been outside, playing and a group of Muggle children came up and asked if I wanted to play. I agreed and we played some Muggle game where you chase each other and act undignified.

My father found out and he took me home where he grabbed me and broke my collarbone and dislocated my shoulder when he threw me against the wall. He was in a rage, and he didn't realize that from the age of five, I would never really trust him ever again.

And he didn't realize that I had learned my lesson.

Muggles weren't people to associate with. I might think they were a curiosity, a great mistake in the laws of the universe. I thought that they were funny with their depressing state of affairs.

But associating with them brought pain, and I learned to hate them.

I didn't notice it until I was older, but I'd learned my parents' prejudices.

Prejudices run deep, deeper than the heart itself. They're the kind of things that would bother so many people.

Problem is, I was born into a world that hated me before I was born. My name is Malfoy.

Maybe you're the kind of person that says you never judge, but you do judge. You heard about me long before you met me and decided to hate me simply because my name happens to belong to one of the followers of Voldemort who got away.

Yes, I say Voldemort. I'm not afraid of him anymore. In fact, he's so pathetic.

I always believed that some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live. Voldemort is one of them.

He's so afraid of what he doesn't know, so afraid to let go, he'll be stuck in the same hole he's always been.

I can see what Dumbledore meant now. But, now ... it's too late.

Too many people hate me as much as I have hated them.

It's funny, isn't it, how much easier it is to hate than it is to like someone even when they hurt you to the point you think you're going to die ...

In fact, I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain. God knows, if I hated people as much I as I thought I did ...

It wouldn't hurt as much as it does.

Anyway, where this really began was when Dumbledore died. It was a war cry, the call to arms, so to speak. At that moment, I knew ... the war had begun and it was time to pick a side.

Unfortunately for me, my fate was sealed the moment they branded my skin. Of course, what they don't know won't hurt them, right?

Wrong.

Because, you see no one except my mother and I - not even my father knew this, but I was a metamorphmagus of a type. I was a shape-shifter. I am a shape-shifter. And nobody can mark a shape-shifter. Not even the Dark Lord himself.

I never look the same. Not really, I'm always changing myself. I have a million and one personalities to pick from and a character all ready to go.

You want me to be a slut I'll act like one. Want me to be innocent; I can do that one too. A pathological liar ... hell, I'm already one, so no need to act out on that one.

I've made a brilliant career of these kinds of things.

I've never made a mistake. Until I agreed to join the Dark Lord to save my family, that is.

But it didn't matter in the end because right after Dumbledore died, I found myself in dining room of the Manor.

The Death Eaters had arrived and my father was with them. I knew instinctively that if he got to me, he would kill me. If I was lucky he'd do a spell. If I wasn't, he'd kill me with his bare hands.

I knew then when I saw the raging hell within my father's normally cool eyes that he was demented. Azkaban had driven him to his breaking point.

Being in jail for an entire year was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back, and I knew he'd lost his mind. Not that he'd ever had one, to begin with.

"Go," my mother whispered to me. "Go, run, Draco. Run, my child. Save yourself before it's too late!"

I hesitated.

I'm usually painted as a bastard, but Slytherins are loyal. We protect our own.

"Go," My mother said and shoved me out of the way. I heard the door opening and I knew then ...

Only one of us would be getting out of there alive. My mother or me.

I would like to say I could give up my life to save someone, but I'm not that kind of person. I don't have the courage to die.

So, I grabbed the book she handed me, and felt the jerk behind my navel that told me ... this was a portkey.

The last thing I saw of my mother was her standing in front of my father, and his eyes flickering over to me and the rage flickering over his face as he realized I was getting away.

And I remember seeing the flash of sudden green light. I remember hearing the thud as my mother's body fell to the floor.

She was a broken glass doll now. She wasn't a mother anymore.

I was on my own.

I don't know where I ended up in, and I can't remember what happened or how I ended up running down the streets of Wizarding London. I remember going to Gringotts and handing in my key and telling them to give me Muggle money.

God knew, if I had anywhere to go, it'd be the Muggle world.

I knew absolutely nothing about the Muggle world, but I knew ... I had to keep moving, on the run.

It's a nice thing to have multiple personalities when you're on the run from an evil and insane power-hungry maniac hot on your tail.

So, somehow, I ended up sitting at a bench, shivering under the cold. My body was so exhausted it somehow reverted into its natural form, rather than the one the world saw.

I was falling sleep when I heard somebody say my name. I was drifting, and I was fairly certain I was dreaming, when somebody touched me.

"Malfoy? Malfoy? Don't go to sleep, wake up!"

"You know this boy?" someone asked in disgust. I opened my eyes to find myself looking at the most horrendous looking man I've ever seen. He was huge and purple.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Potter said, flinching slightly as though he were expecting a blow. God knows I've done that too often for me not to notice when somebody else does it.

And when you're living with a tyrant who believes that a flinch merits double the punishment ...

You get the picture, don't you?

"Potter?" I muttered, shaking my head at him.

"Come on, Malfoy, you're ill ... you have to come with me."

"No, I'm fine, thanks," I said, "I don't need your help. Just go away and leave me alone."

I closed my eyes to prove a point, but instead of having him leave me, he struggled to pick me up into his arms.

Quite suddenly, I was aware that someone else was lifting me up.

"Dudley!" I heard Pot ... Harry's voice say in what sounded like surprise. Then I was gone, too tired to care much about anything.

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I awoke in a bed and a boy that looked like a round ball covered in blonde hair - he was one of the fattest kids I've ever seen. Well, maybe not so fat, since it looked like he had been fatter, but was now, slowly, losing weight.

He was sitting next to me and he was staring at me with an odd expression on his face. A woman was there, and from what I could hear him say, it was his mother.

"Who are you? Harry said that your name's Draco Malfoy, but no one in their right mind would name a -"

"Don't tell him," I whispered, "Please don't tell."

I realized that I was in my natural form. I wasn't faking it and I was too tired to shift back into the form Harry knew me.

These two ... these two Muggles knew my secret. The one that only my mother and father knew besides me. No one knew it.

No one knew this about me.

Tell, me have you guessed it now? My deepest and darkest secret, I mean?

What I meant when I said everything you've heard is a lie? Have you figured it out yet?

Come on, tell me what my secret is, I dare you.

Come on; figure me out - if you can. See if you can crawl into my head and figure out why the world's a stage. Why I always pretend ... tell me. I dare you.

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- William Shakespeare

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Intro: Citation/Disclaimer(s)/Reference:

1. The quote above - Additional Note/Warning Label #5 is from Buffy.

2. Chapter quote's from David Klass

Prologue: Citation/Disclaimer(s)/Reference:

1. Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live. - Henry Van Dyke

2. I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain. - James Baldwin

3. Chapter quote's from Shakespeare.