we're a mess | draco malfoyOriginally posted by daisiesanddraco
Draco Malfoy was a lot of things. A pureblood, the successor of Lucius Malfoy, a foul-mouthed jerk who was spoiled rotten since childhood – he was all that, but come sixth year, it was evident that he was not himself anymore.
Of course, the snide comments and sharp looks he gave Granger, Potter and Weasley were still there, yet were not given as often as before, and his once healthy figure had slumped into one of a physically – an emotionally – tired boy. Everyone else dismissed the matter, knowing that if they dared cross him, they would be facing the wrath of not only one Malfoy, but the perhaps as well as their Potions professor, who seemed to favor him greatly.
He kept up his cold-hearted façade, and everyone had believed. Well, not everyone.
He looked up
behind the mask | draco malfoy
The Slytherin house had a prince, Draco Malfoy – a pure blood, with the features of an angel, yet had the attitude of a demon. But of course, he owned the title, saying it was rightfully so – and nobody objected, for the fear of facing him (or his father) was too great. On the exterior, he was confident, too confident, arrogant, brash, and manipulative. After all, he was a Malfoy.
But then again, what’s a prince, without a princess?
The Slytherin Monarchy, as the students of the other houses would call it, had but one persona in it – Malfoy – and nobody really minded, or cared to prove the status quo wrong. But female after female would trample on each other to claim the title of the Slytherin Princess. Although it was a stupid title, that wasn’t the main goal.
It was to the one fitting for Draco.
Pansy Parkinson had been one to lead the chase, having to shoot down the ambition of any girl with a withering glare and her venom-laced words. She was a v