In their first year, in the middle of the night, Harry Potter was - of course - not the only tired, wandering boy to find the mirror of Erised. Too poorly disguised, the mirror begged wanderers from above and around to visit it, and to stare into its depths. Most, of course, saw solutions to their problems; revealing hidden desires, joining clubs they'd never otherwise dare recognize.
So Draco, having been told tales of power and fortune, stood expectantly before the mirror, and silently asked it to show him his deepest, darkest desire; because he could never have guessed what it was alone.
He waited.
But in the end, all that stared back were his own pale and peaky features, hair swept back, arrogant smirk washed away, brows furrowed with confusion - and the empty room, all around him, silent.