Once again Draco stood in front of his mirror, shirtless. What was it that was wrong? Was he too skinny? Perhaps too lean, maybe he needed to build bulk instead of fine tune his muscles? It was endless this process, practically every day he stood examining himself, filled with discontent and confusion. Even at school every time he stood in front of a mirror he couldn't help but lean in closely and observe every feature independently, scrutinizing his genetics for not being something that he couldn't define.

From time to time, there were.. 'ideas' that came to mind of what he wanted to change but they were confusing and convoluted. For the hundredth time, Draco slid his hand down the minuscule curve of his waist down onto the side of his pants and down his hip..it was so... flat? The 'V' was pronounced perfect on either side, worked to perfection but clearly not perfect.

Turning to the side Draco eyed the curve of his back and his flat stomach and flat chest. Pondering what it was that was missing as always the lean teen arched his back just enough to pronounce a more definite curve. A sigh hissed from the boy as he relaxed his back in annoyance, it was always wrong, something was always wrong. The young man turned back to face the mirror and as his eyes fell routinely lower beneath his toned abdomen his gray eyes came alive with frustration and his pale fists closed tightly as he spun where he stood and stormed away to get a shirt.

It was almost time to leave for the station, winter vacation was at a close.