"A Malfoy"
By Little Spitfire
Disclaimer: The characters are owned by J.K Rowling. I own nada.
A Malfoy's pride is the most important thing to maintain. You must never show your emotions. They are a sign of weakness and a Malfoy is always strong.
His father's words rang through his head as he sat in his History of Magic class. Not more than an hour ago, he had learned of his father's death.
Earlier in Potions Class
"Mr. Malfoy." Professor Snape's voice rang out as the students packed their bags and began filing out of the classroom. "A word, in my office."
Draco raised a curious eyebrow and nodded, closing his pack. He slung his bag over his shoulder and telling Blaise he'd meet him later, went to meet the potions professor.
"Draco, have a seat." Severus indicated to a chair in front of his desk. Draco sat stiffly, noticing the troubled look on the normally stoic man's face.
"Draco," Snape started, hesitating only for the slightest moment. "Your father is dead."
Even though it felt like his stomach had just fallen out, it didn't show on his face. The only sign that he had actually heard was the brief lowering of his gaze to the floor. Draco nodded slightly, looking up at his teacher, inhaling deeply.
"Thank you for informing me, sir. Am- am I dismissed now?" he asked, his voice soft.
Severus sighed inwardly and nodded. "Yes, Draco. Go to your next class. Just tell your teacher that I held you back."
"Thank you, sir." He nodded politely and walked out of the office and to his next class, which led to where he was now.
As Professor Binns droned on about the Peace Treaty between the elves and the gremlins in 1582, Draco let his mind wander.
Why was his father such a stubborn twit? Draco knew that this day would come. He just didn't expect it to be so soon. His father had followed Lord Voldemort as one of his most loyal servants. Lucius followed a madman and now paid the price.
A slight burning sensation pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he willed it to stop. He had a class he needed to pay attention to.
You must never show your emotions. They are a sign of weakness and a Malfoy is always strong.
He was a Malfoy. He was strong.
Standing in front of his father's casket, watching silently as it was lowered down into the ground, he made his decision.
He was a Malfoy and he was strong.
In the privacy of Headmaster Dumbledore's office, Draco stared into bright blue eyes unwavering.
"Sir, I'd like to become a spy for the Light."
Kind eyes regarded him.
"That's a very straining and demanding, not to mention extremely dangerous position, Mr. Malfoy."
"I know."
He was strong.
"We'll have to question you under Veritaserum."
"I understand."
He was a Malfoy.