DESTINED TO BE A STAR
The door was knocked twice, one rap after the other.
Draco shoved his new wand under the covers and did his best to appear innocent. He didn't know any real spells anyway - the dratted house-elf taught him one in the kitchens in secret, but Draco was sure it was a fake - but it was best to stay out of trouble. Then, he was instantly relieved to hear his mother's voice in the hall.
"Draco, love, are you in there?"
"Yes, mother," he said quickly, wincing at the use of the pet name. He was eleven-and-a-half; it wasn't proper.
His door slowly opened and she glided in with silvery robes and her blonde hair undone, standing at the foot of his bed, her hands folded.
"I thought I would wish you a good night. After all, it is the last evening I'll lay eyes on my little boy for months."
"Yes, mother."
"Come kiss me goodnight." Draco obliged, slipping out of the silk bedding to place a quick kiss on her cheek. Her face was cool to his touch.
When Draco finally closed his eyes, his mother sat in an ornate rocking chair across the room, watching him carefully. She waited until his breaths had begun to slow, then walked silently to his bedside.
"Draco," she whispered. She brought her lips closer to his ear without fear of waking the boy.
"Draco, you have a great destiny. I don't know what you will do, or how your father will behave, or how your school will change you, but you have some destiny, someday. All Malfoys do."
She looked at him, looked at his cropped blond hair and his sleeping, softened smirk, and she saw herself in him. She saw his Lucius-like side too, and it troubled her.
"Make me proud, son."