This is really just a fifteen-minute adventure in crapfic – a longish sort of drabble, if you will. An experiment. Did it or didn't it work? The Malfoys have a book of rules one thousand pages long, lettered by hand in the days before re-inking quills, and the youngest has read it eighteen times in full. It has notes on how to eat and walk, proper eating habits and what to wear on Tuesdays, and it rambles on at length about the importance of properly groomed ears. As such, most in the family read it once and consider it to be more of a list of guidelines than anything else, but that doesn't make it any less important. The youngest Malfoy has memorized it word for word and can quote passages about everything from proper toenail care to the treatment of blood traitors, because he likes to know the things that own his soul. Draco Malfoy knows he is the end of his line, as it probably should be. He tries to make his parents proud, but knows he's failing, and tries to maintain interest in classes that he knows he'll never need. By twelve he knew back to front the whole history of the wizarding race, and he already knew the Muggle stuff before he entered Hogwarts. By thirteen he figured out what it all meant, and then he knew there was no point in trying. Draco Malfoy can see the future. Malfoys do not fail – if they must, it's with style, so they're not really losing anything. The youngest's not too good with this. Malfoys do not want – if they desire something for a second, it's theirs. If something takes longer than that, it's clearly not worth the effort. Draco's favorite part of wanting has always been the chase. Malfoys do not bow or kneel, as they know no superiors. Lucius, the last family head, seems to have forgotten this part. He groveled before the Lord – a man! – and lost the family, not just the fight. The Malfoy legacy is coming to an end. The youngest's wand has a double core – unicorn hair and dragon heartstring in yew – which is still, by Malfoy standards, weak. His father doesn't like it, but it works for him well. Malfoys do not snap, so he pronounces his as gracefully and perfectly as their names allow. This doesn't serve him well in duels, where he's better with unspoken spells anyway. Malfoys are never jealous, especially not of mudbloods – this is the one rule that Draco never, ever thought he'd break, but he never realized it might someday be so hard to control his emotions or that his desire to rip a Weasley's hair out would come from jealousy instead of disgust. He disgusts himself, these days. Nowhere in the Book is it written that Malfoy heirs do not love boys – this is already understood. It seems as if it should be included as a subheading somewhere under 'Malfoys Do Not Love' just to avoid confusion, but those who wrote the book figured that Malfoys reading this book should at least be smart enough to figure that out. Even if it had been included, it would never have made a difference – after all, Harry Potter's never read the Book.