This series of drabbles will run through a large number of characters. It won't always be nice, in fact it can't be given the fandom it's written in. But I hope you enjoy them or they give you a bit of the insight I have with each character. Draco's is the only one completed, but I'm working on at least two more right now and would dearly love to play with more. Any particular characters you would like to see?
On the 12th Day of Christmas: Malfoy Manor
Then
When his parents had asked him what he wanted for Christmas that year, all he had been able to think of was a broom. His very own broom.
The package under the tree had been unmistakable. Even the best wrapping spell hadn't been able to disguise its contents. He knew exactly what it was. He spent the weeks before Christmas itching to rip open the paper and take his new broom for a ride.
When the morning finally arrived he raced down the stairs, waking even the house elves whom he had never known to sleep. One of his favorite games had been to try and catch them at it. More often than not though it had been him found dozing in the hidden passages throughout the manor.
But this day, if he had been able to overcome his excitement, he would have caught more than one nodding head.
He couldn't tear into the package like he wanted to; it wasn't very becoming after all, so tiny fingers slid under the wrapping, gently releasing strips of tape to fold back the coloured paper.
It balanced easily in his lap, a top quality racing broom that was his very own.
He stood happily beside his prized possession, staring up at the end of the handle, towering a good eight inches above his head.
His smile felt like it might split his face wide open and all the happiness he felt inside would come spilling out.
"Yes, well, Quidditch is a fine precursor to working in the Ministry."
In that instant Draco saw his whole life laid out before him and knew that he had made it so.
He was 6 years old.
Now
His father had been right of course, Quidditch fame went hand-in-hand with a Ministry position. One merely had to look at Ludo Bagman for proof. There was a man who had been only a fair Chaser but had made it to the National team the year they brought home the World Cup, now he was the head of the Division for Magical Games and Sports. Quidditch could work wonders for an ambitious person's career.
Of course, that path had been laid before him 8 years before the Dark Lord returned, 9 years before his father was locked away in Azkaban, and 10 before it was put to Draco to stand up and take his father's place.
A career in the Ministry, like every Malfoy before him, that had been his father's plan for him. And at 27, Draco knew something his father had obviously never dreamed of the night he answered Voldemort's summons and went to retrieve a prophesy no one had ever understood.
Quidditch recognition led to a position within the Ministry.
But not for a known Death Eater.