This is a joke. I personally love Draco, but this needed to happen.
- Lyna
There's a room in Malfoy Manor that no outsider knows about. It started off as a play room when I was younger, but as I got older, something more important took over. I spend a lot of time in there when I'm not at Hogwarts. I go there when I need to relax, to have some time processing the day. I was on my way there now.
Down the dark corridor I went, passing portrait after portrait; white blonde ancestors watching me with steel grey eyes, no doubt passing some form of judgement. But I didn't care for their opinions, they were dead, what did they matter?
I pushed open the heavy mahogany doors and was met by a wondrous sight. Portraits of the deceased still lined the walls, but these I cared about; Franklin, Maximillian, Fluffykins the second (we don't speak of Fluffykins the first, traitorous bastard).
The warm black eyes of past hamsters watched as I approached the first of several cages. I opened it, and a fluff covered grey head poked out of the sawdust. I smiled as the tiny creature looked up at me, expecting a treat. I smiled again.
Yes, I Draco Malfoy, like hamsters.