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Draco flopped on his king sized bed with a sigh. Why did his father always have to have stupid dinner parties? He always dreaded them.
Why do I have to go...no one my age will be there anyways. Well...except Crabbe, Goyle, and the ever annoying Pansy; but they don't really count anyhow.
There was a small knock at his door and he sat up rolling his eyes.
"What is it?" He asked, very annoyed.
"M-master Draco, s-sir." said their scared little house elf, Toby.
"What do you want?" Said Draco, shooting daggers at him.
Now we have to have this joke of a house elf ever since that insufferable Potter lost us...um..Dobby was it?
"Your F-father wishes for you to b-be ready sh-shortly." he announced, shaking.
"Alright." Said Draco, sighing annoyingly. "Now GO!" he added for kicks. The frightened little elf jumped and ran out of the room, closing the door behind him. He just loved scaring the little creatures out of their wits.
Draco reluctantly got up from his sitting position on the bed and walked over to his wardrobe.
Hmm what to wear, what to wear. Black, green, black, white, black...the possibilities are endless! He thought sarcastically.
He finally picked out an outfit to change into and admired himself in the mirror. He had chosen a simple, white button-up shirt and rolled up the long sleeves a couple of times, black slacks, and black shoes. He decided to wear his hair how he had it; loose and in his face.
Hmmm. I think this might disappoint my father (insert the infamous Malfoy smirk here). All the better. He thought.
Draco, ever since he was a small boy, had never gotten along with his father. He would constantly disagree and fight with him, especially when it came to his future. His father wanted him to be a death eater, just like him. Draco, on the other hand, had different plans. He didn't dare tell his father that though, not yet at least. His relationship with his mother, however, was the complete opposite. He loved his mother with all his heart and only wished that she could stand up to Lucius and his controlling tendencies once in awhile. He absolutely hated the way Lucius treated her.
"Draco, darling. Are you ready? We need you downstairs." His mother called from the staircase.
He took one last look in the mirror approvingly, "Coming Mum."