Draco drabble. he...draco drabble... snap! anyway! on with the story, a draco drabble that i very nearly added too my ginny/tom
oneshot regret since i was going to make that a group of oneshots, but then i thought, no. so heres it is and IT IS NOT MINE.
A light pours through the window that seems too forgiving and soft for midday, and makes even the most cold and unwelcome of
things seem sort of…nice. Like the Slytherin common room it fills, and the boy seated there. The youngest Malfoy's face, which holds
no expression, is made if not kind, then less cruel. He holds the air of someone whom is simply thinking, without a hint of the smirk
that, in actuality, better portrays his personality. He's older, this boy. Older than he's ever been given credit for, but perhaps he will
change that, perhaps not. He does enjoy surprising people, and he'd hate to increase their expectations of him.
Draco Malfoy too changes with time, matures even, but never the less he is still supremely confident in his own- well, in himself. It
shows even in his posture (he might as well be waving a flag inscribed "best thing since… well, ever. Thank Merlin i'm here.")
Where Draco Malfoy will go from here seems to be anybody's guess, but it's safe to assume that his road will be paved with good i
ntentions. For him, at least.