Title - Mark Me
By - PhnxFireBlck
Summary - A character-study of a sixteen year old Draco Malfoy. He's only doing it to make his father proud....
Disclaimer - Don't know, don't own, probably won't happen (thought it's slightly possible)
Rating - PG
Feedback - I would prefer it....but whatever.
Critics - shrug If you must.
Notes - A character-study. Nothing to say. Read it. Love it. Hate it. Review it.
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Mark Me
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Draco Malfoy. Dragon of Bad Faith. It fits well. The name's meaning fits the person behind it very well. Perhaps, in some ways, too well, and in others, not at all.
Draco sighed and fell back on his bed. Sixteen years old and suddenly he's thinking about the meaning of his name. "What the hell is wrong with me? Since when do I care about name meanings?" He clasped his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling.
Lucius Malfoy. Something like The Devil of Bad Faith. A perfect meaning to his father's name. But what about his mothers? Narcissa had to have a meaning, didn't it? Either way, it all came back to the surname. It all came back to one thing: Bad Faith.
"Bad faith...." Draco muttered and smirked. That fit the whole Malfoy family very well. It was what they were all about. What their whole lives revolved around. Bad faith. Malfoy. They go hand-in-hand. Fit perfectly together. Almost like a motto to the family.
There were certain things that happened to every Malfoy in the family line. Every last one of them had, thus far, been sorted into the Slytherin house and they all turned out evil. Most of them went on to become Death Eaters or something equally deadly and diabolical. That's just the way things had always been.
And Draco was expected to carry the tradition on. But there was a problem with that: Draco wasn't so sure he wanted to carry through with the old family tradition.
But his father hadn't liked that. That was why he was here, in his room. The argument had ended when Draco was yelled at to go to his room. And here he was, 'thinking about what he'd said and how he would disgrace the family'. "Sixteen years old and still being sent to my room..." Draco rolled his eyes.
"Maybe I'll do it anyway. Just to make him proud." Draco sat up, leaning foreward slightly on his knees, and nodded. "Yeah. That's what I'll do. Just to let him have a nice, prideful moment."
Draco stood and left his room, walking down the hallway towards his father's study. He knocked quietly on the door.
"Yes?" Came the slow drawl of Lucius' sultry voice.
"Dad," Draco opened the door and walked in, "I've got something to say..."
Lucius looked up from the papers he was looking over, "Yes?"
Looking direction into his father's icy cold gray eyes that were so like looking into a mirror, Draco said two simple words. "Mark me."
-End-
Notes - Well, that's that. Nice little character study, I think. Anyway...
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Later days,
-PFB-