My name is Draco Malfoy, before we go any further there are some supposed personality flaws of mine we need to discuss.
Firstly, the idea has been raised that I'm arrogant - I am, so you'll just have to deal with that.
Similarly it has been put forward that I'm vain. All I have to say to this is: so what? Of course I care what I look like, everyone just says things like that about me because they're ugly and there's nothing they can do about it. At least I make an effort to look nice, I'd rather be called vain then ugly – why this is such a flaw, I have no idea.
A lot of people at school call me selfish, I resent that title but at least this one I can see where they got the impression from. I don't like most people quite frankly, I like my family and that's really about it. I'd do anything for the people I like and I always put what they want above what I want. When it comes to everyone else however… I doubt I'd bother to spit in their direction if they were on fire. I was disillusioned to the whole 'loyal friends' notion a long time ago, so no, I really don't care about people.
"I'm Dark" - I get that I'm in Slytherin and my family have a certain reputation but Potter killed someone in first year and no one even says boo to him about being dark. I'll grant I have more dark… souvenirs then most, but they're just interesting. I haven't done anything, I don't want to do anything and that label is just so poorly founded it's deplorable.
Oh, and the one that annoys me the most – people saying that I'm jealous of Potter. I mean, he's famous for doing absolutely nothing, gets everything handed to him on a silver platter and still has a cry about his life being so unfair. His head is so far up Dumbledore's arse it's no wonder he never wants to brush his hair. He's so dumb the only reason he passes anything is because he's got Granger wound around his little finger and she does all his work for him. If the little actor has ever had to work for anything in his whole life I'd kiss a bloody blast-ended skewt, and if the fact that I'm the only one with enough balls to speak out honestly about him means that I'm 'jealous' of him. Then fine, I'm jealous and he's still a complete arsehole.
So there's those flaws explained; now before we get onto this story I'll have to let you in on a not entirely secret, secret. I, Draco Malfoy, am completely animal obsessed – that's right, what I want most in the world, fame, fortune, superior sporting ability, and the best grades? Nope. What I have always wanted more then anything else in the whole wide world, is an animal of my very own, that I can love and take care of and go places with and do all those other animally things. However, as long as I'm at home or Father has any say in things, I will never have a pet, because emotional attachments are entirely unbecoming and I should grow out of the desire as soon as applicably possible.
I haven't though, and they know it, but ever since Grandfather Malfoy killed the pony I was learning to ride on because he saw me feeding it treats, we all just pretend like I don't care about them. I never acknowledge my owl in public, and I'm terrified one day they'll find out I've been petting him and he'll be killed, but still, I can't help that I love him, so I live on the wild side sometimes.
Whoever says I'm not brave has never seen some of the god-awfully reckless things I've done to get closer to, or help an animal.
Oh, and that would be everyone, superiorly secretive being that I am.
Procrastinating as always, this came up, slightly borrowed/inspired from Sirenic Griffin, liked the idea of writing in 1st person for a different challenge... that's all I have to say really, hope you liked it.
Katty xx