Here's a short story about Malfoy and what his dad thinks of him. I'm not sure at the moment how long it'll be so just read and review at the end please! And sorry for the shortness of this chapter.
Draco Malfoy was not your ordinary boy. He was a wizard, who went to Hogwarts one of the most prestigious wizarding schools in the world. At Hogwarts, he was in Slytherin and as a result, most people avoided him or threw insults at him which he just shrugged off most of the time.
People thought that he was one of the luckiest people in the world, since he was a Malfoy. They thought that he had everything, the perfect life, the perfect looks; he was one of the most drop dead gorgeous people in the world with his white blond hair and his breathtaking eyes.
Most of all, most people had no doubt that he wouldn't turn out to be just like his father, a death eater with no compassion for anyone, but little did they know. He wasn't like his father, sure he might look exactly like Lucius Malfoy but they had very little in common. Know one knew it but he was a disappointment to the whole Malfoy family.