When it comes to being the #1, Draco Malfoy had no problem. Being brilliantly brilliant was simply his 'thing'. Anyway, today was just another day for Mr. Malfoy. He was nineteen, and the day's going to be simply divine. If it's not, he'd throw a tantrum and then, it will turn out divine. Really, underline that word: divine.

Oh yes, my dears, Mr. Malfoy? Hasn't changed a bit. He's just the way you've always liked him.

Or not.

But you're most likely sick in the head if you never liked him. He makes a cute ferret, you know.

Okay, so let's do a little history lesson right here right now shall we? Alright, where do I start? Oh, of course, the ever unforgettable war. Good vs Bad. As always, the Good won. Damn you, Potter. After that, anyone associated with the Death Eaters were either A) looked down upon or B) they were imprisoned once they were found to have the Mark.

Despite all the 'terror' and the whole drama the Dark Lord caused, never forget how the purebloods never did pushed aside their traditions. Tradition was tradition, and nothing else was going to interfere. Even drama. So, of course, there were parties and events they never left without having a drink or two. Just, there was this one time when everyone was having this pretty little dinner and was then interrupted when someone said there this huge 'battle' going on in Hogwarts. Oh, good times? Not really. Not when they couldn't finish the last two spoons of the gorgeous creme brulee.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, the pureblood society was -- as I've mentioned -- looked down upon. Everyone other than themselves thought they were nothing more than elitist and their children were nothing more than spoiled trust-fund babies.

Can't say it's all wrong, though.

And a spoiled trust-fund baby was exactly what Draco Malfoy was. From day one, to present.

Now let me just say that the purebloods have pretty much accepted the fact that they're not exactly 'feared' and 'respected' anymore. Some people still did, but the new generation were raised with a certain mindset that most purebloods didn't agree upon. Not like it mattered, anyway. If times wanted to change, it'll change.

Bitchy, time is.

Draco slipped out of bed, not giving the sleeping brunette on his bed another look, before getting ready for the breakfast date he promised his mother. Why he even had to promise his mother was because well, Draco has been busy. After Hogwarts, he signed himself up for more studying. Whoever, or whatever, coaxed him into furthering his education? Merlin knows. All he knows, he wants to be a Healer, he's naturally smart and the girls there were undeniably hot. In other words, he's cruising his way through Abraxas' School of Healing and Medicinal Potions.

Amen.

Apparating over to Malfoy Manor, he didn't bother to knock on the door and walked straight in. He obviously didn't live there anymore but there certainly was no way he was going to wait around the porch, was he? His last name was still Malfoy and he owned all the rights. Yep, why am I ranting about him and his dislike for waiting? I have no idea. Anyway, a little blonde haired girl ran into his arms and he casually held her up in his arms. She snuggeled into his chest and he smiled down at her.

Let me guess what's going on in your mind. He, Draco Malfoy, has a child. Right? Wrong? Well, I don't know. All I know, you're wrong if you think the answer's right and you're wrong even if you thought wrong because I'm just a mean bitch like that.

Okay, so let's frame this little moment. Draco, and little girl with long blonde hair who apparently looks a lot like him -- grey eyes and all. Any guesses? No? Yes? Well, whatever. I can't hear them anyway.

Say hello to Miss Cassiopeia Malfoy. For short, Cassi. Why the extremely odd name? Let's just say the Malfoy parents still had a thing for naming their kids after constellations. Also, another question, where in the world did this Malfoy came from? Oh, maybe one day during his fifth year, Mrs. Malfoy had a quickie with her husband way before he got into Azkaban? Three years later, ta-da, he has a three year-old baby sister.

Walking to the dining room, he set Cassi down onto the chair she always sat in and went over to give his mother a kiss on the cheek and a hug followed by a casual nod to his father. He then settled down into a chair next to Lynx, his other sister. An older one, to be precise. Now, once again, where in the world did this Malfoy came from? A vagina. Excuse me while I snicker to myself courtesy of my fabulous humour. Umm, okay, so Lynx Malfoy. She's a spitting image of Narcissa. Long blonde hair, pointed face, blue eyes. Hell, she looks like the rest of them. All cloned up. Good job there, Lucius. The world totally needs more of you, you sexy beast.

Right. Sorry. Lynx Malfoy, apparently, she was sent to Beauxbaton's and she rarely came back to England so that simply explains why people never really see her around. That, and the fact she used to have a whole head of raven black hair. You see, apparently, she used to went through this 'phase' where all she wanted to do was stay in her room, put on more eyeliner and read and write sad poetry. After the war was over and Lucius allowed her to return to England, she grew out of it and after many complains and hassle from Narcissa, she stopped charming her hair black, and let it be its natural colour -- white blonde. And now works as a stylist for a fashion line.

So there, you go, the Malfoys. The uptight father who now runs a company trading raw materials for potions, the sweet socialite of a mother, the sarcastic sister with the dark -- literally -- past, the attractive middle child with a bag full of charms ready to woo any girl, and the youngest baby who's days are filled with dressing up in dresses and dreaming of flying horses.

These are the Malfoys. Believe it or not, they still exist.

well hello there (: so this isn't exactly my first story. but you could say it's my first a very, very, very long time. if you checked out my profile, you could see i had a story running that i haven't written for in ages and ages and ages. do i want to continue it? i don't know. why don't you check it out and tell me? as for this story right here, i just have to say that i have no idea where it's going at all. at. all. all i know, it's going to be a dramione XD yayyy. so yeahh, this chapter here might be a bit boring mainly cause i'm just filling out the deets. first chapter is already on its way, and i'm totally making it up as i go. so yeahh (: right, to set things straight, this is post-DH. three years later. okay, i guess that's about it for now. so really, if you're liking how this sounds, do review (: they make me happy and it gives me all the more reason to continue this story and add more drama! i love drama! and i know you do too (;

nadeera xx.