Draco's Christmas
Draco Malfoy stared at himself in the glass mirror glaring angrily at the little black suit and green tie he was currently wearing, oh how he wished he could have his comfy black jeans and favourite silver t-shirt back. He growled as a small house elf called Dobby slicked back his white blond hair.
Draco hated Christmas. He hated being shown off to his parent's guests and then if he did even the smallest thing wrong being chucked out into the cold to learn his lesson, but he supposed it was better than having a beating. He had only had a beating once he never wanted to have one again. Draco shuddered at the thought and straitened up and let the house elf fuss about him, he would be good tonight and he would be the perfect son.
Five hours later he was offering people drinks when he tripped over some important lady's foot covering her in butter beer, fire whisky and pumpkin juice she looked like a toad. Draco gulped loudly as his father charged over, this would not end well. "STAY OUT THERE UNTIL YOU LEARN YOUR LESSON" Yelled Lucius Malfoy, throwing his small pale son out into the damp snow.
Draco landed face first in the white and grey snow and didn't move until he heard his father slam the back door of the manor. He sat up brushing himself off and wiping away his tears angrily he was not a baby he would not cry over this. Draco ran over to a large tree and sat down at the base, telling himself off for showing up his parent's at their Christmas party. His blue gray eyes once again filled with tears as he told himself off, he would be a good son he would make his parent's proud. This was his last thought before he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He would be a good son the perfect son.