What's in a Name?
I hate Shakespeare.
That bastard. What did he know? What's in a name my ass.
After all, that's all she saw.
And yet all I could think about was her, her hair, her eyes, her smile…
Her smile, her smile, her smile.
I could drown in her smile.
I love her so much it hurts. It's like she knew just the words to say to tear me into shreds.
"I still love you."
Yeah, Right.
"It's just that it could never work."
If you wanted it to it could. Anything could work. Don't give up, don't tell me that you don't care, don't tell me you're not going to try anymore.
"No one would ever accept it, no one would accept us. Our reputations would be ruined. My family would never like you, and your family already hates me."
Always with my family. I'm not like them, okay?! Get over it! I'm not like that!
"My friends wouldn't accept it."
You think I give a shit about your friends?
"Your friends would accept it."
I don't have friends.
"Face it, the names Granger and Malfoy don't work together."
I'm not a Malfoy!
"You're a Malfoy."
I think I'm going to be sick.
She just refused to try, she didn't want to bother.
So I'm a Malfoy, am I?
Malfoys don't fall in love.
Malfoys don't feel pain.
Malfoys don't feel.
And Malfoys never, ever, consort with Mudbloods.
Never.
Ever.
So I'm a Malfoy?
She just made me one.
I looked in the mirror before I left. I looked like my father. My eyes were just as cold and dead and full of hate as his.
There was no trace of the light she put into them.
It hurts like hell, but I grit my teeth and bear it. I don't know which is worse, the pain in my arm or in my heart.
It's over. There's a smell of smoking flesh, then the sound of applause and high laughter.
I pull my robes over the ugly mark on my hair, smiling grimly.
If all she can see is my name, that's all I'll let her or anyone else see.
So what's in a name, Shakespeare?
The entire world.