Pretty Words
Pairing: Draco/Tom Riddle Jr
Title: Collector
Word Count: 290
There were benefits to eternal youth.
He had had his father. And his father before him. They had both been so beautiful, so alluring in their own, separate ways.
Perhaps that was why he wanted him.
To complete the set.
Yes, he was beautiful in his way, with near inscrutable silver eyes- like his father's- but longer, more almond-shaped, almost Egyptian. His hair was pure, pure pale blond, the colour so rare and perfect that it reminded him of spun gold and the morning sun.
He had flawless skin, pale like his hair, yet it never flushed, not when he was ridiculed by his rivals, nor when he was teased or flattered by his adoring fans.
His body was slim, lithe, and tall, from the fitness training and running that had been drilled into him as a child.
He was beautiful, enticing, a prince made of ice, a perfect blend of his father and grandfather and his mother's Black blood.
But he did not want him because of that.
He could have anyone- he had had many, just as beautiful, but useful as well- powerful, rich, influential.
Draco Malfoy was all of these, but he did not outclass any of his previous lovers.
No.
He wanted him because he had had his father, and his father before him, and all three Malfoy Lords had similar looks, similar levels of power, similar levels of influence, similar amounts of wealth. If they had lived in the same age as each other, they could have been triplets; three of a kind, three near-identical mirror images of each other, a set of three.
If there was anything he liked, it was perfection.
And what could be more perfect than possession of an entire set?
So, basically, this one was just a way for me to rave about Draco's looks. And bash him as well, because I love him very very muchly, but unfortunately, about the only thing Draco excels at (as we see in canon) is self-preservation (admittedly, most of the other Slytherins share this one too, but he's BETTER at it than THEM.) and getting tight with the people in power. Although the latter is a trait shared by his father and mother.
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter, both books and films, nor any of their affiliates, are in my possession. Unlike this fanfiction drabble. :P So, Frenedza (glad to see you dropped the excess letter), Salvat-wh-ore, Gerald and the Ruling Ninja of Uzbekistan, kindly refrain from ordering me as to what drabbles to write. MINE. And dammit, stop trying to steal Draco!