Author's note: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm just making fun of them. In addition, I'm also making fun of those who sanitize Draco. If you're guilty of this, stop and ask yourself. Why do I do this to a character I claim to like?
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Draco Malfoy was a bastard. Well, not literally. His parents would never have done anything as gauche as have a child out of wedlock. That sort of thing simply wasn't done in their social circle. No, Draco was a bastard in the sense of he was the sort of fellow who would hex your new puppy simply because he was bored. Or because you annoyed him. Or because he thought you looked funny. Or all three.
Unfortunately, he was also rather good looking. Well, he didn't think it was a bad thing, exactly. Good looking people could get away more than ugly people. If you were good looking, people did things for you. Draco was in favor of things that made it easier to get people to do things for him. There was one problem.
Some people thought that, if you were good looking, you must be nice as well. As if nasty and ugly went hand in hand. Okay, as far as Voldemort went, it was true. (And let's not go into Draco's feeling on the Deatheaters. The idea of spending the rest of his life kowtowing to something that looked like it belonged in a cage in the zoo... But, again, let's not go into that). But, really, how did looking absolutely wonderful (and Draco knew he did) have any reflection on his character? What did they expect? Warts? Boils? Bad teeth? A brunette?
He could maybe accept the idea that people thought he wasn't all bad. After all, it was true. He had many fine qualities. He was intellegent, cunning, rich.... Really, what wasn't to like? But nice? Where did they get nice? Perhaps why they did it was the same reason people ate fugu or played Russian Roulette. Stupdity. It was as good an explination as any.
Truth told, the nice thing wasn't the worst of it. The worst of it was the "True Love." Draco didn't believe in true love. As far as he was concerned, marriage was an economic venture of mutual convience. And if she was pretty, that was a bonus. But for some, that wasn't enough. No. They needed him to be nice. And sweet. And one of those pansy boyfriends who always had a hankerchief for when the girl cried.
It was enough to give a guy a complex.