Notes: So I was writing along on my other stories and I came to the conclusion that IF I don't write something extremely short, well it'll never get done. Therefor this story is 500 words long. And has Draco thinking. Disclaimer at the bottom of the page, basically I don't own the Harry Potter characters.

Draco felt like the moon sometimes, as if his brightness waxed and waned. He could be bright and full but also a sliver of light made of shadows.

He was like the waxing moon tonight still there but shadowed by the sun.

Draco couldn't decide, was he mad at himself or just being depressed? It would be better to be mad than depressed, he figured. Although anger was a less attractive option because he could only blame himself.

//I could blame Potter.//

He snorted. //Sure Draco, Potter is the cause of all of the things that ever went wrong with your life. I'm sure he stays up, late at nights, planning cunning schemes and laughing at you. Laughing. Ha, like he spares you a thought. He doesn't care about you and would rather not even know you exist.//

Draco closed his eyes. Even if Potter wasn't the cause of THIS he was still indelibly and ubiquitously in his life. Somehow, the boy was just always there. Draco had known the name 'Harry Potter' ever since he could hear words.

'That Potter kid, how could HE destroy the most powerful wizard ever?'

'Potter must be found and he must die.'

'Harry Potter the one who defeated He-who-must-not-be-named.'

'Potter.'

'Harry Potter.'

'Watch Potter, Draco. Find out what his weakness is.'

//Thanks Dad.//

Weaknesses. He cares about his friends, he doesn't like it if people mention his parents dying, and he's not so good at potions. There were others that he knew about but he just didn't care.

//I know more about HIM then I even know about myself. What do I have anyway?//

A goal, power, money, ability, a death wish, maybe friends? It all seemed like someone else's candy-- sweet, addictive, but most of all not his.

Draco was an overachiever to have an identity crises at 17. He felt trapped.

//I could always give up. I'll never do anything that amazing and even if I did, no one would care. //

The light of the moon was only a reflection of a much brighter sun. Draco was caught in the shadow. It made him wonder how Potter's friends could stand him.

//It's so hard to be better then someone like that. He-who-was-mostly-perfect. Potter didn't even have to try.//

Draco held out his hand like always at the moon asking for help. Potter was like the sun but he was like the moon.

Draco got up to look towards Hogwarts and wondered what would happen now.

//There's no one I can ask for help. Dumbledore's gone, I don't trust my friends, and I've made enemies with anyone else who could even try to help me. Most of them wouldn't even believe me. I guess, I'm just stuck.//

Draco smiled sadly looking toward the moon.

He thought he could never rise with the sun. But that wasn't true. Sometimes the moon did share the sky with the sun.

And sometimes it even eclipsed it.

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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. (it's true)