Often we call someone cold,
when they are only very alone..
--Unknown
Draco Malfoy was a 17 year old Spoiled brat. He had blonde/silver hair that fell to his metallic grey eyes, and was quite a good looking man. The son of one of the few remaining Pure-blooded families, Draco was sought after for marriage by all the Pure-blooded daughters. Draco was supposed to choose who he was to marry before he was 19, and none of them really struck him as someone he would want to be with the rest of his life. Draco was home in the Malfoy mansion now after a day of getting his school supplies for his last year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He took off his black and silver cape, and put his cane by his fathers, a sign that his father was home and attending to one of his "clients".
As Draco approached the top of the stairs, he could hear his fathers client letting out loud moans and screams from Lucius's office. He went into the drawing room and found his mother sitting reading a book with the door shut, so she could drown out her husbands infidelities. Draco gave his mother a small smile as she welcomed him with her giant gleaming one. Draco never smiled.. he never had a reason to, and his mother was the only thing that ever got him close to smiling. he kissed her for-head, and then left her with a swish of his robes.
Once alone in his room Draco lay on his bed, years of tears wanting to finally release themselves, but he stayed there completely motionless. Not moving, barely breathing, and he sure as hell wasnt going to cry. Draco was a man, and a malfoy, and neither were allowed to show such emotion. no.. he couldnt cry. Draco lay there realizing this year may very well be the same as the others. making fun of the golden trio, trying to maintain his marks so he could finally beat that mudblood granger. And as he saw her face and the look on it from the day he had first called her a mudblood, he turned his face into his pillow and the tears finally came. who was he to cause someone that kind of pain?