Perfect, prefect Potter. That's not just me being bitter, in the eyes of everyone at Hogwarts, he was king. Since first year, he got everything he wanted. I was stuck with two parents who wanted nothing more than to turn me into a hateful person. It took until I grew up to actually realize that I was wrong. I'm Draco Malfoy and this is the story through my eyes.

Before I start my story, I would like to say that I'm sorry. To everyone. I'm sorry that I let Hermione get tortured that day, and I'm sorry for all those awful things I said to Ron and Ginny. I'm sorry I walked around so smug all of the time. But mostly, I'm sorry to Harry Potter. Because every story needs a good villian. And I guess I was the villian of this story.

I never wanted to be the villian. In my story, you were actually the villian. Of course, I wasn't the author of my own story. That was authored long ago by my parents. I was expected to follow in their wake. And I did, for the longest time. Until I was too far in to go out without hurting people. And even noticing it was dangerous. Every thought became dangerous. He seemed to know every thought you had. And the Dark Lord wasn't one to be kind to traitors.

You see, Voldemort wasn't one to allow people to leave so easily. If I tried to escape, he would've hurt my family. And if he found me, I would be getting the worst treatment. Practically unspeakable. So I'm sorry that I never stopped my hurtful words. But I kind of couldn't. At all.

But I'm not trying to atone for my words. I'm just trying to explain myself away and make excuses. But, this is MY story. The reason you were the villian of the novel of my life and the reason why I grew up so bitter and only changed a few years ago.

Year one:

Everyone in my family was a Slytherin. It was like our namesake. In fact, the people who didn't get into Slytherin and didn't join the Death Eaters were the so called "black sheep" of the family. It was expected to be a Slytherin. And at that point, I was excited. And I was excited to follow in their ranks and follow Lord Voldemort.

Slytherin was talked up like it was something exceptional. I wanted to be in Slytherin so bad that I almost prayed for it to happen. When I stood in the line for the Sorting Hat, I felt sweat down my back with the nervousness. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I got put into another house. I didn't belong to any house. I wasn't loyal like a Hufflepuff or brave like a Gryffindor. I wasn't smart or studious like a Ravenclaw either. I was a Slytherin by default and design. And that's the way it had to be.

And at that time, all I knew was hate. I knew that I was supposed to hate Harry Potter because he was the Boy Who Lived. But I hated him for more reasons than that. To be truthful, there was a lot of reasons why I hated Harry Potter. Reasons I want to get into later.

But anyway, I was taught to hate Harry Potter and I knew nothing but how to hate Harry Potter. So I hated him. I talked about a higher quality of wizard, and yet something's changed. I'm teaching my kids today that no wizard is higher than another. I'm teaching them that your abilities matter, but it also matters how you use them. I'm teaching them that everyone deserves a chance in life, and that they should befriend everybody. Because I don't want them growing up like I did. It was lonely like that.

I don't remember much from the actual first year, besides the fact that Professor Snape hated you. Which must've sucked. But I'm sure you know the reason now why he hated you. I'm not going to go into it. But I'm sorry for you and Neville. It probably made you feel awful that the teacher didn't like you. But I'm sure he feels sorry too. Whereever he may be after his death.

This is only the first part of my long and ardous story that I want to get off of my chest. Thank's to all who are reading.

Oooh this is a fascinating idea for a story! Malfoy developed into a pretty interesting character throughout the series but there wasn't much insight into him because he wasn't close to any of the protagonists, there were just guesses about his motivations and all... I hope you write more would love to read it