Disclaimer: Lovely Draco and all his friends belong to J K Rowling. I'm just playing with them.
Why it's Good to be Draco Malfoy
It's moments like this that remind me how fantastically, unbelievably good it is to be a Malfoy. No tedious conscience nagging away at me, no obligation to do what's right instead of what I want. No worries. I can bait Potter as much as I want, taunt and torment him, see how far I have to push him before the oh-so-perfect Boy Who Lived forgets that he's supposed to be the golden boy and lashes out at me. It takes less and less these days to break that brittle shell of control he tries so hard to maintain. Is he beginning to wonder what the point is of resisting it, resisting me? Is he enjoying that loss of control, the momentary freedom from all that responsibility? Is he getting to like feeling it as much as I like causing it? Something tells me the answer is probably yes.