Road To Wonder
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In Malfoy Manor, nothing but perfection was demanded. From the priceless furniture and collection of art, to the efficient house elves who made sure that everything ran like clockwork.
To the family, no one embodied perfection more than their son, Draco. From his immaculate appearance, to his cunning and sharp mind and to his ideals that mimicked their own. He was charming and polite if needed and ruthless in everything else.
Draco glanced at himself in the mirror, eyeing his faultless reflection with utmost aversion. He hated being perfect more than anything. An image flashed in his mind and he shook out his hair, willing it to look like the scruffy mop of a certain Gryffindor.
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