Introduction
Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy was a spoiled little brat, that's all you really needed to know about him... well that's what most everyone thought. Draco isn't one of those very complicated people to figure out. He's rich, his father has control of everything, he doesn't know the meaning of no, and he's a wizard. Oh yeah, the last part may have thrown you off a bit.
Draco has been attending Hogwarts A School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since he was 11 years old. Of course, when he recieved the letter from Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster and a very gentle man, he was not at all surprised. It was in his blood. Which brings back the idea of Purebloods, Mud-bloods, Traitor-blood, and Tainted-blood (Found in the story The Lioness's Son read it). Draco was raised to believe in only one thing, Purebloods were everything.. anyone else was worthless. The Malfoy's were one of the last remaining families to remain Purebloods only and since there were very few Purebloods, it often meant marrying into the family. Draco rolled his eyes at the thought of even looking at a relative like that. He had an image of him and his cousin together, going into the bedroom.
"Stop it Draco" He said walking through the Malfoy Manor or, to Draco, his home. He was soon to enter his 7th year of Hogwarts. "One more year of Potter, Weasley, and Granger" He mumbled. He was looking at the Slytherin tokens around his house. They were tradition. Every Malfoy entered Slytherin. No question about it. Draco was now 17 and had a very nice figure. He was not to muscular but not to weak. His blue eyes shot an icy feeling into your heart, making you feel as if you could drowned. His hair which now fell into his eyes was a white blonde. Perfect. Just like his life, perfect.
"Master! Good morning, sir" A house-elf squeeked as it was walking by looking at the ground. Draco smirked and kneeled down, his father would kill him.
"How are you today, Jakob"
"Good sir!" The poor elf squeeked back. Draco saw that the elfs pillow case was slowly falling off him and Draco placed the pillow case back on his shoulder.
"You need to eat more Jakob. Your far to skinny" Draco said.
"DRACO!" Draco mumbled something and stood up, turning around to face the same cold eyes that he had inherited. "What, may I ask, where you doing on the floor, talking with a house elf. Have you lost your mind?" He sneered. Draco sighed.
"I was just telling him how awful of a job he did on my room" Draco smirked down at the elf. "Right, Jakob"
"Master is telling the truth, sir" The tiny elf bowed so low that his long pointy nose touched the ground. Lucious stared at him. The creature had bat-like ears and huge green eyes. The son of Dobby, a house elf, in Lucious Malfoy's description, was a bloody traitor.
"Straighten up you fool, you look so much like your father it disgraces me" Lucious's eyes were hard on Jakob as Jakob quickly rose, but kept his eyes to the ground. "Come Draco, I have something to talk to you about" He swept by Jakob without a word. Draco on the other hand looked back down at Jakob.
"Sorry" He whispered as he walked away. His footsteps echoed after his fathers. Lucious had a strong walk that always warned people of the strength that he pocessed. Draco had also inherited this walk but unlike his father, Draco did not strut at home. For he was no better then his own blood. His father on the other hand, was highly proud of himself and strutted whenever he walked, his long pale nose stuck into the cold breezy air. Draco shook his head and ran a pale hand through his hair. He had very pointed features. The only thing Draco really got from his mother, was keeping his feelings bottled up inside. Unless he was speaking to Harry Potter, or course. Maybe even that traitor Ron Weasley. As for Hermione Granger, she was nothing but a know-it-all and a mudblood.
"Draco I want you to look upon yourself as the only son of a Malfoy" Lucious said.
"Yeah dad, I know. I'm your only son. It's always been that way, unless you had another affair" Draco mumbled under his breath.
"What did you say to me?" His cold blue eyes stared into his sons identical eyes.
"Nothing.." Draco said. His father raised his eyebrows. Draco sighed and added, "sir".
"You know Draco. You look everything like me. We have only one difference.. you, unlike me, have some kind of light in you. Get rid of it Draco. You are a Malfoy. Dark Arts and Voldemort are what you require in this life" Lucious stared at his son. Draco challenged his father. He turned and walked away but stopped at the door.
"I will never forget who I am. I am a Malfoy but I will never bow to the man who was defeated by a young boy over four times. I will never call him Lord Voldemort. He is nothing but a failure." Draco stared straight at his father. His fathers eyes hardening. "And I will never give up that hope I still have left in me. I may be a Slytherin but I am also a human-being"
