Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire ][ Drarry

Vulnerable

Draco walked through a crowded corridor.

Heads turned towards him.

He hated it.

He knew how he looked, cool and composed.

People looked at him, taking the warning.

He loved it.

His face schooled into a calculated sneer.

For once, he felt powerful, and yet he knew he was powerless.

As a child, he learned that he had to know how to run if he wanted to fight.

That's all he ever did. Run.

Until he stayed and fought and paid the price.

But here, he was master of his own fortune.

Here, nobody wanted to fight.

It was fun to wear a mask and pretend that he could stand up to everything, even his father.

But it seemed that only he knew it was a disguise.

And that was both disgusting and amazing.

He loved to smile at the screaming words.

He loved how they backed down when he asked for a fight.

And he loved the feel of flesh beneath his fist when they didn't.

Being alone was his cloak and dagger, his sword and armour.

When he was alone, nobody could hurt him, because he didn't care what happened to himself.

But now, he had Harry.

Now, he was vulnerable.

And the whole school knew it.