These are not my own characters, but belong to J K Rowling!
Chapter one
Draco Malfoy was standing by the mirror combing his hair and putting gel in it. He admired the way he made his blonde all wavy and exact. He looked to his right. His to best friends Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were standing there trying to do the same thing. But Draco knew they were hopeless victims. The way their hair wouldn't curl to one side and instead were made into different clumps made them look more feminine. This meant that unfortunately he had the reputation of hanging out with two people without style. And this at Hogwarts was not a very good reputation.
He straightened up and put the gel back in his drawer. He looked in the mirror one final time. He was wearing his usual black cloak with the Slytherin badge on it. He liked being dressed in black. His mum always told him that it brought out the colour in his eyes. Oh, he missed his mother. And her food. Mostly her food. Here at Hogwarts it was said to be made by House elves and Draco didn't really trust their food making. He had also heard that his old house elf Dobby worked there. He still felt very guilty about the way his father had treated him and he was worried that if Dobby found out where he sat at the table, he might spit in his food. So since the forth year he had always made sure to never sit in the same place twice in a row.
Today he couldn't actually see anything wrong with his looks. His clothes had been washed the day before and his smells were not bad at all. He actually had a secret that no one else knew about. Not even Vincent and Gregory. He actually put on perfume. But he was too embarrassed to tell anyone. He didn't want to seem like an 'I-love-my-father' person.
He gave himself a final sight and then headed towards the door out of the commons, Vincent and Gregory close after.
Chapter one
Draco Malfoy was standing by the mirror combing his hair and putting gel in it. He admired the way he made his blonde all wavy and exact. He looked to his right. His to best friends Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were standing there trying to do the same thing. But Draco knew they were hopeless victims. The way their hair wouldn't curl to one side and instead were made into different clumps made them look more feminine. This meant that unfortunately he had the reputation of hanging out with two people without style. And this at Hogwarts was not a very good reputation.
He straightened up and put the gel back in his drawer. He looked in the mirror one final time. He was wearing his usual black cloak with the Slytherin badge on it. He liked being dressed in black. His mum always told him that it brought out the colour in his eyes. Oh, he missed his mother. And her food. Mostly her food. Here at Hogwarts it was said to be made by House elves and Draco didn't really trust their food making. He had also heard that his old house elf Dobby worked there. He still felt very guilty about the way his father had treated him and he was worried that if Dobby found out where he sat at the table, he might spit in his food. So since the forth year he had always made sure to never sit in the same place twice in a row.
Today he couldn't actually see anything wrong with his looks. His clothes had been washed the day before and his smells were not bad at all. He actually had a secret that no one else knew about. Not even Vincent and Gregory. He actually put on perfume. But he was too embarrassed to tell anyone. He didn't want to seem like an 'I-love-my-father' person.
He gave himself a final sight and then headed towards the door out of the commons, Vincent and Gregory close after.