Draco Malfoy lived inside a cold mansion, filled with expensive things and the hate for everybody who wasn't a pure-blooded, muggle-despising wizard. Since he could think he got everything he wanted, a broom everytime a new one was released, sweets whenever his sweet tooth craved some, all the toys a child could wish for and a house elf who did everything for him. He was spoiled by his parents, but Draco wasn't as completely happy and careless, as one migth think when hearing about his live.
There was his father, Lucius, was a cold man, only really looking at his son while teaching him about the importance of being a pure-blooded wizard or about how tragic it was that the 'Dark Lord' was defeated by a mere child. But Draco couldn't remember if his father had actually ever shown interest in his son. Lucius always talked about Harry Potter, the boy who lived, no matter if with Narcissa, with close friends or to himself, on a few rare evenings, while sitting alone in the beautifully decorated high-chair infront of the fireplace. But Draco never received the warmth of fatherly love from him.
Then there was his mother, she loved him more then anything, he knew that. But she was, like his father, not a warm, caring person. She spoiled him with presents and sweets, but never gave him a goodnigth-kiss, never cared for him when he scraped his knee (Dobby always cleaned the wound for her) or just gave him a warm hug, like mothers normally do.
The only person in the gigantic mansion, who showed him at least some warmth was Dobby, but since the house elf had almost no time for him, only through the occasional smile or "Hello, Master Draco, it is nice to see you." while the elf was cleaning the house or doing other chores Draco's parents instructed him to do. But since Dobby wasn't treated nicely by his family, the care he gave Draco wasn't as warm as the boy wished.
All in all Draco's life was filled with cold.