"Many think that there's no such thing as perfection. I however, disagree. Because I, Scorpius Malfoy, am practically the definition of perfection." said the rather cocky 17 year old as he sauntered into Malfoy Manor's family room.
"Yeah, in your dreams." muttered his sister, Arianna, while following him into the room.
They'd just gotten back from an outing with their friends where Scorpius was finally able to get a certain Rose Weasley to be his girlfriend after nearly six years of trying. With his ego growing at a dangerously rapid pace, he plopped down on his favorite sofa and began listing off the many things that he believed would prove that he's the 'definition of perfection.'
"Amazingly soft and silky hair,
dazzling grey eyes,
brightest wizard of my year,
a stunning smile that makes all the girls swoon,
captain to the best quidditch team in Hogwarts,
money,
charm,
the body of a god,
a sense of humor, the list goes on forever!"
"Dad, what's it like having such a perfect son?" He asked with a dreamy sigh to his father sitting on the recliner just opposite of him.
Without even looking up from whatever he was reading in the Daily Profit, the ever arrogant Draco Malfoy replied with, "I wouldn't know, ask your grandfather."
A/N So, there it is! My very first story! :D I've never written anything like this before so any constructive criticism would be highly appreciated ! Thanks a ton for reading!
