Disclaimer: I own no Draco Malfoy. JK Rowling does, not me.
Pride
I look in the mirror and am proud with what I see,
A typical Malfoy, I see smirking back at me.
A smooth, pale face, not a wrinkle or fray.
Smirking lips, with nothing to say.
My hair smoothed down, a brilliant, golden moonlight.
A stunning difference to the darkness of night.
Decidedly gray eyes brimming with deception,
And a small, sharp nose to fit the complexion.
I look in the mirror and am proud with what I see.
Let me tell you what I'm seeing.
What I'm seeing is me.
Authors Note: Hmm... so, I think that this poem is just what Draco thinks when he looks in the mirror. Oh, and this is one of his more 'stuck-up' moods.
P.S. IMPORTANT: Ok, everyone who reads my Draco poetry, please read my story about him as well. It's called 'Gray Eyes, Gray Heart' and is about Draco's 7th year. Please, just give it a try.
