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Draco Malfoy
Out of Character
Name: Trixie
Contact: AIM and YIM: cryptic091, cryptic091@yahoo.com/twixiedoo@gmail.com, you can always PM me for convenience
Previous experience: I’ve been role-playing (play-by-post) for about three years now. I started on the official HP site then found EZBoard a few months later. I’ve been and am in a variety of RPGs; most of them are Harry Potter-based and on EZBoard. I also love Fantasy RPG, which is why I own one. Lol!
Codes: Eheh… ^_^
In Character
Name: Draco Malfoy
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Residence: Malfoy Manor – Wiltshire, England
Blood: Pure (Too, only the purest)
Wand: 12 and 3/4 inches; Ebony body with a Dragon Heartstring core; Strong and swishy (For role-play purposes only as the real wand was never given in the books)
Occupation: Malfoy heir, beloved son, despondent boy, Death Eater
Appearance:
Draco, at first glance, is indisputably the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. He possesses a distinctively pale meld of physical features that essentially sashays a perfect combination of both factions. Though bearing a closer resemblance to Lucius, Draco’s features are somewhat evened out or enhanced by the traits he has inherited from Narcissa.
Draco’s hair is tinged with an unusual silver hue that could appear almost white. If one would care to take a closer look, Draco’s hair is the lightest of the family, lighter than even his father’s. And though naturally sleek like his mother’s tresses, his hair receives thorough management. Draco is quite particular when refining his appearance; he makes sure each silvery strand in his usual slicked back coiffure is in its place, dabbing a bit of gel here and there. It is rare that a loose strand could be seen, even after a particularly grueling game of Quidditch or from the amount of undue stress he seems to be suffering of late. On occasion, he allows his hair to resume its natural manner: relatively longer, his bangs covering part of the considerable breadth of his forehead and brushing against his eyebrows. Even then, he scrutinizes the exactness of his hairstyle, down to the purposefully rugged look it creates.
Though his eyes are similar to Lucius’ gray ones, Draco’s irises are delineated by a fine line of a darker gray color as if defining their edges. The dark border makes for the centers to appear a lighter, more resplendent silver hue. Framed by lemon-colored lashes, his eyes, more often than not, lack any display of thought or emotion. It takes more than just keen observation to be able to detect the flaring of an uncontrolled emotion in his glacial gaze; they are few and far between and are as cursory as a moment in time now lost. Sitting atop his cool gray orbs are two pristinely arched eyebrows, their pallor akin to that of his hair. Draco possesses the predisposition to raise his brows in a condescending manner and to have them dip in displeasure, thought or in some cases, anger.
The bridge of Draco’s nose is long and thin, turning upward only slightly and ceasing in a rather sharp tip. High cheekbones lie on either side of his aristocratic nose and grant his face a more angular quality. Draco’s ears are surprisingly smoothed around the edges, only tapering to a barely noticeable point upon reaching the tops. His lips are thin and pale pink and seem to be restricted to twisting into a condescending sneer, an indignant scowl or an arrogant smirk. As seldom as emotions flicker within his icy gaze, an actual smile might spread his lips over a perfect set of white teeth. Though a smile might seem erroneous on Draco’s unblemished face, it has the capacity to alter the manifestation of arrogance he always seems to have for the briefest instant. His oval-shaped face tapers to a thin but firm jaw and a comparatively pointed chin; a trait he has inherited from both his parents.
His skin tone is that of cream, smooth and evenly spread out through the entirety of his body. It may be largely due to the fact that sunlight rarely ever touches his skin that he may almost seem luminescent when set against a darkened environment. But even with prolonged exposure to the sun, he never gets tanned or worse, sunburned. Draco doesn’t flush to a crimson color when embarrassed. Rather, he turns to a light shade of pink. When infuriated or frightened, his face drains of what little color it has. Lately, however, his coloring has been an even more pallid and an undesirably haggard condition. His cheeks have slightly hollowed and shadows linger about on his face giving his mother a cause to worry.
Draco stands at a respectable six feet in height, almost as tall as his father is. He takes full advantage, walking with the correct posture he was always taught to have and a casual but purposeful gait; he also employs his comparatively lofty height to frown upon those he and his family detest. While Draco’s height is derived from his father, his body frame comes from his mother; slender and lithe that bears fine musculature, suiting him for more graceful movements. His body structure is one that never seems to harbor an additional ounce of fat. With Quidditch training and activities that occupy his attention at home, like fencing, broom-racing and archery, Draco has kept his body in shape. He is also obligated to exercise daily but has lately been forsaking it and hence is bestowed with the consequences of an ostensibly ill façade, little as the changes may be.
His trim physique is recurrently misjudged as frail; brute physical strength has never been his specialty, preferring to make use of his sentry-like companions to do the intimidating for him in that area though he has a sizeable capability of strength himself. His shoulders, neither broad nor undersized for a teenager, have his collarbone jutting out slightly. He naturally walks with them squared ostentatiously. Endowed with long but deft limbs, his air of aplomb and refinement is all the more accentuated. And with rather long, elegant fingers that are well-taken cared of, he makes for an adroit Seeker, in spite of the losses he suffers from Harry Potter.
Draco practices utmost meticulousness when it comes to his attire. He methodically tucks his white, neatly pressed shirt into black trousers, smoothes his gray vest over his shirt, affixes his tie fastidiously and straightens his collar. Even when he isn’t donned in his school uniform, Draco prefers to dress himself in expensive clothing that makes his family’s affluence well-perceived. His rather extensive wardrobe consists of just about three colors aside from a peppering of green pieces: white, gray and black. The white pieces are mere standards he uses mostly as underneath layers. The grays differ greatly in shades though most of them near dark tints. Draco favors black. Although it contrasts his pale complexion considerably, it is a much better choice than to have bright colors wash out what little color he has.
His clothing, school robes or otherwise, is always impeccable in appearance and fit on Draco’s physique. And why not, when he has resources to fabric a chosen few can be able to procure and personal tailors that make the clothing fit for him alone? He sets aside a generous amount of time in inspecting his overall appearance and settles for no less than perfection. Never will one see Draco in tattered jeans or frayed shirts even in the worst of conditions.
Personality:
Being raised in a household where Muggles and Muggleborns are likened to the dirt you eliminate from the soles of your shoes before entering the house, he has apparently absorbed such an ideal. He nurtures a fierce abhorrence of “Mudbloods” and those who have anything to do with them. As the only heir and the youngest member of a bloodline that is terribly ambitious, pompous and wealthy, Draco is generally used to getting what he wants without even lifting a finger to earn it. The fact that Hermione Granger outperforms him in school and that Harry Potter’s Quidditch talents surpass his own aggravates him incessantly, and he is not one to acknowledge the superiority of one whom his family considers disdainful.
Draco, though now a tad more tolerable in his display of witty sarcasm, self-assurance and coolness that often lead to quick and harsh remarks toward those he detests or regards as inferior, doesn’t erase the fact that he still is able to resort to such behavior. As he’s used to attention being doused upon him in considerable amounts at home, he loves it even more when his Housemates gave him the attention he thought he wholly deserved. Draco, however, chooses his relations with care before entering the illusion of friendship and centers it on what he might gain from the bond. His relations with Housemates may be extensive but his trust is one that’s rarely given. To earn Draco’s trust or even respect so as to have him treat you as an equal is an almost impossible task; and keeping it is even more arduous. He was, is and most probably never will be one to forgive a betrayal of that trust easily and has the tendency to allow the grudges he keeps to intensify.
Draco prides himself in his family’s wealth and social prominence. He holds his head up even though he knows his father has been imprisoned. He possesses a domineering quality, a trait that is no doubt patterned after his father. It is this quality that allows him to demand control over any situation and to gain the benefit of almost every Slytherin’s attention and respect. Sadly, Draco does not consider many to be friends of his. And even if he did consider one to be a true friend, his ambition will place his self before all others. He seeks to obtain whatever grandeur he can obtain, not bothering to care about who may be pained during his acquisition of power. Too, he does not and will not hesitate in using underhanded methods to reach whatever goal he has in mind, even if it meant using Dark spells and curses.
While he may appear intimidating to students in school, strutting like the prince he believes himself to be, his bravado is a false one. He conceals it well, resorting to cynicism or indifference when faced with circumstances that instill a feeling of panic within him or instructing Crabbe and Goyle to do the physical aspect of subjugating while he flings taunts quite generously. Without them, however, Draco does become more subdued from the prospect of personal injury. He also draws back from any kind of unpleasantness and situations that he thinks of as a waste of his time, complaining endlessly and becoming irritable. Through all that, Draco never really voices his sentiments or fears for he has always thought of the display as weakness. His skill in suppressing the revelation of any of his thoughts or emotions did not develop overnight. His father had always taught him to be impersonal, self-sufficient, ruthless… a perfect Malfoy, a perfect son. No display of emotion was ever tolerable within the household and the boy had learned to bottle his feelings up nearly as efficiently as to make his father proud. Bottling emotions as strong as rage is never Draco’s stronghold though; he is likely to let it out in a burst of destructiveness.
Draco may seem horrid altogether but he possesses redeeming qualities. His grand ambition to someday be a wizard worthy of note like the Dark Lord and his father drives him to make use of the skills he has learned to the fullest potential. He has keen eyes, perceptive of many situations and could hardly ever miss even the slightest detail. Too, his acute sense of perception makes him a usually excellent judge of a person’s character. He has a smoothness that enables him to be subtle yet persuasive in his use of words and flair. Draco also possesses an exceptionally astute mind, which he uses for not only his schemes for social recognition but also for academics. He rightfully earns himself a constant stream of commendable marks, excellent when compared to the average wizard. And although his mother showers him with praises and gifts, it is his father’s approval he subconsciously seeks most of the time. It was only last year that he’d set his studies aside for something of more importance.
Draco is a remarkably steadfast person when it comes upon the subject of where his loyalties lie; loyalties he sets aside for his mother and father and of course, the Dark Lord. Though his care for his mother is more apparent, he holds his parents dearly and would be likely to do anything to defend their lives. As much as he is willing to use underhanded means to achieve his own goals, guarding his parents would make him exhaust any and every resource he could manage. Submitting to Voldemort’s will, in truth, has not enticed him as much as the power it promised and the consequences he had to face if he didn’t acquiesce to the Dark Lord. Though very much capable of performing a multiplicity of vindictive deeds, remorse and compassion are still buried within his twisted mind and his blackened heart. Draco’s conscience has not quit been eclipsed by all his father’s directives and has the potential to be developed into something that will change Draco for the better.
In his ability to hold an air of authority and coolness when working and manipulating his way through situations that would otherwise cause him difficulties and in his ardent determination in achieving his goal, Draco would make a formidable and valuable wizard if he joins the cause against Voldemort. As it is, he frets over bloodlines and his reputation rather than allow himself to enjoy the simple pleasures of life such as laughing with and confiding in trusted friends. He delights himself in the faults and weaknesses of those he considers rivals in a refusal to recognize his own and detests anyone who exceeds his performance. Blinded by pride and ambition, Draco’s fate is with the Death Eaters and possible destruction unless he sees, or is forced to see, a reason to change his ways.
History:
A baby’s wails resonated through the halls of Malfoy Manor as soon as the 5th of June 1980 dawned. Named Draco, the little boy was in fact frail body and had difficulty drawing breath into his lungs; his parents were fearful that their long-awaited son was not going to survive. Even then, the boy promised potential; magical and otherwise. With the odds against his fragile breaths, Draco proved them wrong, overcame what Healers have said to be almost fatal. By the time he was at the age of one and a half, there were no traces of the initial conditions he underwent and he was already scampering about the Manor and spouting words ubiquitously. While Lucius and Narcissa did not doubt their son’s magical capability, Draco showed early signs. He unknowingly summoned things to him, even if they were refused of him when he was at an age where he couldn’t even walk yet. As he got older, his tantrums were most unpleasant and had caused episodes of turmoil within the Manor. His parents often conceded to his demands, granted the young boy was pacified and the rumpus was silenced.
Social gatherings and dinner parties were the only times young Draco had ever interacted with other children before he went to school. With a deficient supply of children his age to engage in recreation with, Draco had enough material possessions to amuse him. He had choices of simply wandering about the expansive terrain that surrounded the Manor, taking a horse through his expeditions in the woods and learning to hunt small game with his father, occupying himself with the wide-ranging collection of books in the library and taking particular interest in the ones about the Dark Arts, badgering the many servants to set up an admirable game of Quidditch in which he will continuously come out victorious and receiving instruction in not only archery for the purposes of hunting but fencing as well. Draco was well-pampered and hadn’t had the need to do any sort of work around the Manor. What were servants for, after all?
When Draco received his letter from Hogwarts, his father initially considered sending him to Durmstrang, where Dark Arts were actually taught to the students not merely Defense. Young Draco would favorably have a more extensive instruction in the valued Art, much better than what his father had been teaching him since he was old enough to learn. His mother, however, refused to send the eleven-year-old to a school that was so far away. And in the end, Draco was to attend Hogwarts. As July 31st came, Draco journeyed to Diagon Alley where he purchased the finest items for his first school year. While being fitted for robes in Madam Malkin’s robe shop, he unknowingly spoke to the ebony-haired boy who would become his rival. He of course, didn’t know it at that time as he never learned the other boy’s name, a name that he would come to loathe.
Draco met Harry again on the Hogwarts Express and this time offered his hand in friendship. His cruel words and rather condescending behavior toward Rubeus Hagrid, Ron Weasley and Muggleborns caused Harry to reject the offer and ignited a spark of enmity between the two boys. Though he was advised by his father that is wasn’t prudent to make an enemy of Harry Potter whom everyone sees as a hero, Draco found it impossible to be pleasant toward Harry. Whenever possible, he harassed Harry and his friends and sought ways to put the Trio in trouble. He snatched Neville Longbottom’s remembrall in an attempt to taunt Harry and to flaunt his skills in flying only to be frustrated at revealing Harry’s potential in flying. He tattled on Hagrid’s dragon and even earned himself a detention with Harry in the Forbidden Forest because of being out of bounds as well. His cowardice surfaced not long after spotting Quirrel drinking Unicorn’s blood in the forest and had him scrambling away. Harry, to his immense dislike, won Gryffindor the House cup that year. The young Malfoy has, since then, detested the Boy Who Lived.
August of 1992, he visited Diagon Alley and went to Borgin and Burke’s with his father without the knowledge of being seen by Harry Potter. School started with Draco joining the Slytherin Quidditch team as the new Seeker. This was made possible through the contribution of Nimbus 2001 brooms of his father. Although a superb seeker in his own right, Draco fell short of the skills Harry Potter displayed on the Quidditch field. He continued his crusade of harassment with Harry’s personal photographer and declared his pride at a blemish-free face. He even sank to calling Hermione a Mudblood. When the dueling club was established, Draco saw it as an opportunity to get the better of Harry. He, however, accidentally exposed Harry’s being a Parselmouth when he conjured a serpent, which Harry spoke to. As students were consecutively turning up petrified, Draco chose to be more expressive of his dislike for Muggleborns leading the Trio to suspect him as the heir of Slytherin. The information he disclosed to who he thought was Crabbe and Goyle, Harry and Ron in actuality under the influence of the Polyjuice Potion, cleared his name.
As his third year started, Draco was delighted to learn that Harry fainted on the train because of a Dementor and used the incident to further his taunts. Care of Magical Creatures with Gryffindors was not one of the things he fancied. Hagrid as their teacher made it less worth his while, or so he thought. He blatantly disregarded Hagrid’s warnings and he insulted Buckbeak the Hippogriff. As a result, Draco acquired an injury which he used to his advantage. He used it as an excuse to skip a week’s worth of classes and attempted to have the Hippogriff put to death. Instead of gaining Buckbeak’s death, he gained a slap from Hermione for insulting Hagrid. Upon seeing Harry’s seemingly disembodied head at Hogsmead, he fled in fright and alerted Snape about the incident. Quidditch finals saw Draco with another defeat. He almost did grasp the snitch but Harry pulled ahead at the last instant giving the Quidditch cup to Gryffindor.
The Quidditch World Cup, which took place during the summer before his fourth year, was an event Draco looked forward to watching. Seeing Potter within the same vicinity made Draco loose some of his interest in being within the stadium. He didn’t have to throw an insult at Harry, Ron or Hermione. His father did it for him. When the ruckus with the Muggles started, Draco was told to watch within the forest. He warned Harry and Ron to watch over Hermione minutes after the three stumbled into his proximity. Although knowing very well they were trying to argue with him, he kept up his languid tone of voice, avoided implicating his father of being one of the rioters and finally was rid of the three from his sight.
After Harry was named the fourth Triwizard Champion, Draco developed badges that say Support CEDRIC DIGGORY – the REAL Hogwarts Champion. The badges also changed into POTTER STINKS when a button was pressed. He took much pleasure in the fact that all Slytherins, many Hufflepuffs and even Ravenclaws were wearing it. He taunted Ron about his family using clippings of the Daily Prophet his father sent him regularly. When Harry flung an insult about his mother, he attacked with a curse as soon as Harry’s back was turned. To his misfortune, Professor Moody, the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was there to witness the scene and was quick to transfigure Draco into a white ferret. Even when Professor McGonagall changed him back, he wallowed in pain, humiliation and resentment. During a fight just before their Potions class, Draco enlarged Hermione’s teeth and prized the look on the Trio’s faces as Snape dealt with them during his class. At the Yule Ball, Draco escorted Pansy Parkinson and found he lacked an insult to throw at Hermione at her appearance at this occasion. On the train home, he taunted Harry about Voldemort’s return. He, along with Crabbe and Goyle, were knocked unconscious by a variety of jinxes and hexes cast by not only Harry, Ron and Hermione but Fred and George as well.
Entering his fifth year, Draco became a prefect. Upon finding that Harry wasn’t one, he flaunted his prefect-ship exuberantly. He continued tormenting the Trio when Ron became Gryffindor Keeper. He composed the lyrics for “Weasley Is Our King” in an attempt to get at Ron’s nerves. When the Gryffindors won the match, they altered the song to a more positive tone. Furious at a Slytherin loss, Draco taunted Harry and the Weasleys on the Quidditch pitch causing Harry and George to attack him. Even with a bloody nose, the expulsion of the Harry and the Weasley twins from the Gryffindor Quidditch team gave Draco a feeling of genuine triumph. When his father’s name was divulged as a Death Eater by Harry in a Quibbler interview, Draco’s resentment toward Harry grew to a new level. He became a member of Professor Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad and quickly took full advantage of his position by taking points from Gryffindor for immature reasons. He and the other members of the Inquisitorial Squad nearly did uncover the D.A. but they were again foiled. The youngest Weasley even hit him with a Bat-Bogey Hex.
After the arrest of his father, Draco felt as if his whole world had come crashing down on him. In a mere instant, Harry Potter had destroyed the Malfoy name, its previously respectable glory and his pride. He delivered a public death threat to Harry in the Entrance Hall. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle attempted an ambush at Harry on the train home and made a mistake of doing it in front of a compartment full of D.A. members. Again, they were whacked with a combination of undesirable jinxes and hexes. His resentment toward the Boy Who Lived no longer limited itself to petty taunts and pranks. It had intensified into an all-consuming rage driving him to seek revenge and a way to destroy Harry as he was presumably destroyed.
He went back to the Manor, finding it in a subdued mode. It was eerily quiet without his father’s commanding presence. He was, at least, thankful he didn’t have to witness the actual arrest. He knew there was nothing he could have done and he detested feeling helpless about a situation. His mother was almost always crying and he had himself an onslaught of questions and responsibilities shoved into his unwilling hands and forced upon his shoulders. It was only a few days later that he’d been told to join the Death Eaters. Overcome by rage and a particularly strong urge to prove his self worthy, Draco did so. Having branded by the Dark Mark and bound to serve the Dark Lord infused strength within the teenager’s mind to do what he had been assigned to do during his sixth year at Hogwarts. He, however, never really knew the extent of his mother’s dismay at the fact that he’d been chosen to replace his father’s place as a Death Eater. True, it was a terrifying mission but as his family’s safety and his own lay in his hands, Draco was all the more determined to devise the pathway for the Death Eater attack and for the headmaster’s death.
Draco’s sixth year was different from the previous years. He’d willingly stopped playing Quidditch though he found the sport absolutely thrilling; he’d become negligent in his duties as a prefect; and he’d even forsaken the completion of some of his homework which had led to a few detentions here and there. He focused his efforts on the task he had to accomplish and had made it his top priority. He had also employed Crabbe and Goyle to act as lookouts while he struggled to repair the vanishing cabinets, his Housemate Montague had found. Then again, his plans to murder Dumbledore along with the Death Eater entry had been indirectly disrupted and he’d been anxious. He had to repair the cabinets in order to let his fellow Death Eaters into the castle and it had taken longer than he’d expected it to. He’d found a bit of solace in the boy’s bathroom releasing pent-up frustrations partly on Moaning Myrtle. Harry Potter had found him when he’d finally broken down after months of massive stress levels and fruitless exertions and it hadn’t been a pleasant encounter. He didn’t remember much of the happenings after he’d been hit by the Sectumsempra spell but he was indebted to Snape, who he’d earlier learned made the Unbreakable Vow to his mother to watch over him and had been the one to save him from the loss of much blood.
He’d chosen a time when Dumbledore wasn’t in the castle to finally put his plan into action. He’d waited and chosen a time when the school was most vulnerable. He didn’t have to do much during the battle that had broken out between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix; his job was much more important. He’d hurried to the Astronomy tower where Dumbledore was and had immediately unarmed the Headmaster. The momentary triumph he’d felt didn’t do him much good. The more Dumbledore talked to him, the more Draco faltered. He couldn’t do it; he couldn’t bring himself to kill. Snape had arrived then and had shoved him out of the way to do what he’d failed to do. He, Snape and the rest of the Death Eaters had fled from Hogwarts soon after that.
Draco had dreaded facing his master with a failure at his hands and made no mistake that he was going to be punished. He’d heard the Dark Lord wasn’t easy to please and wasn’t inclined to be merciful. He’d endured his punishment wordlessly; he knew that he deserved it. But he was given another chance and he was determined to make the most of that chance. He’d been sheltered within the walls of Malfoy Manor at his mother’s insistence for the past few weeks but has been to Hogwarts for the start of his seventh year of education. He returns to the Manor quite frequently even during school days since he has learned to Apparate and has acquired his license. He’d been exceptionally reluctant to return to Hogwarts as he’d dreaded it as much as he did facing his master. It reminded him of the considerable failure he has acquired through his hesitancy. To think that he actually considered the life Dumbledore offered him, a protected life that included a notion of freedom; THE Draco Malfoy. It was a path opposite of what he was groomed to follow. Draco certainly had a load to cope with while at school this year.
Pet: A female eagle owl named Ava
Role play sample:
Draco Malfoy swung his legs off his bed and brought his now thinner frame to a sitting position. His head began to throb from the exertion but he didn’t lie back down. If he was to serve his master, he had to be stronger than this. The events that had caused such a bodily condition flooded his mind; he winced involuntarily. Perhaps he did warrant a punishment, having failed to do what the Dark Lord delegated to him. It was long since he’d punished as severely. Then again, the Dark Lord was not tolerant of failures.
His bare feet padded upon the cold marble floor that had made up most of Malfoy Manor. His feet paled even more in comparison to the swirl of dark gray and black of the stone. Tufts of silvery hair strayed across his vision as he made his way toward his mirror. He didn’t even bother to whip them into place as he ordinarily would have.
Draco stood in front of the mirror, silently observing his façade. He was dressed as impeccably as ever. No Malfoy had ever allowed himself or herself to be degraded in his or her appearance. He’d lost weight and looked almost frail compared to the hale and hearty state of his body he used to maintain. His unusually pale skin seemed doubly sallow and sickly; there were dark bags under his lackluster gray eyes. His choice of dark clothing emphasized the pallor of not only his skin tone but his hair and his eyes as well. The pressed trousers looked immaculate and the forest green jumper had efficiently concealed the Mark that seared his once unblemished skin.
He’d been proud of that Mark when he’d received it, wanting nothing else but to prove his worthiness and capabilities. He shook his sad dejectedly, a ghost of his old smirk capturing his thin lips. What was he saying? That he wasn’t proud now? Not proud to serve the greatest wizard that had ever lived? His head must have been addled a good deal to have such thoughts.
“You mustn’t be out of bed, my dear.” His mother’s voice came from behind, soft yet reproaching. “You needn’t worry too much, Mother.” Draco saw the concern in her light blue gaze even as he stared at her reflection in the mirror. “Yes, I suppose so. But you need rest.” He jerked reflexively when her hand alighted on a spot that had sent an arrow of pain through his body, his face crumpling into an expression of pain. “Dear Heavens! Draco Lucius Malfoy, lie down at once!” A shrill note mingled with her motherly command. “Yes, Mother.” He saw no point in arguing with his mother when she got around to this behavior.
He took his time, settling himself under the luxurious covers of his bed while his mother merely stood by his bed. “I don’t want to see you out of bed until you’re strong enough to do so, is that clear?” She asked him pointedly. For a moment, his gray eyes regarded his mother silently. “Draco…” “Yes, yes.” He conceded; flapping a careless hand, despite the apparent tone of warning his mother had begun using. He let out a sigh as soon as his mother exited his room. Dreadful as it was to be caged in the Manor, it was comforting to know that he was out of harm’s way… for now.
Edited by: Whimsical Soul at: 9/2/05 3:30 am
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