Name. Draco Lucius Malfoy Nicknames. Ferret Boy Age. 19 Birthdate. June 5th, 1980 Blood status. Pure Sexual orientation. Heterosexual Relationship status. Single Wand. 9", Willow, very flexble. Dragon Heartstring Residence. 54 Diagon Alley Social Class. Upper Class, but living as lower middle class
A P P E A R A N C E
Height. 5'11" Build. Slim Hair. Blonde Eyes. Blue Scars. Some thin, silver lash marks on his back. A little notch in his left eyebrow. An angry red burn/scar where his Dark Mark used to be. Dress. Draco spends most of his time in casual muggle clothes, though he is still more than capable of putting on dress robes and looking like a proper pure blood heir. He's more or less left that behind him now though, and prefers clothes that hoodies and jeans. PB. Boyd Holbrook
F A M I L Y
Mother. Narcissa Malfoy Father. Lucius Malfoy Other family. Anyone with a drop of pure blood in their veins. Draco is, on the surface, completely estranged from his parents. He hasn't really talked to them since the fight that caused him to storm out of his parents house a year ago. The truth is... More complicated. He still loves his parents, but things are strained. He can barely look at his father anymore, and whenever they end up in a room together it often ends in an argument. He's on better terms with his mother, but her constant sadness makes him want to tear his own hair out. It also doesn't help that Draco now has more or less abandoned becoming the perfect pure-blood son that his father expects him to be.
S C H O O L
School Years. 1991-1998 House. Slytherin Prefect. Seeker. 1992-1997
5 4 D I A G O N
Flat. One Bedroom Occupation. Bartender at The Firey Pheonix Member of Tenants' Board. No
Draco is a good tenant, if a little quiet and standoffish. It's not that he isn't friendly, he always says hello to the people he passes, but he tends to keep to himself. He doesn't make trouble, and no one has ever had a reason to complain about him. He makes extra sure of that.
O C C U P A T I O N
Job title. Bartender Since. Draco has been doing this job for about a week. Previous jobs. He spent the years leading up to moving to 54 travelling Europe, India, and America. He spent most of that time studying the different ways of potion brewing, and has come up with a few new potions of his own invention.
Draco is a decent bartender, often adding his own special touches to make the drinks amazing. He's not exactly the most friendly bartender, and despite his best efforts he loses his temper at least once a night. Stupid customers bring out the worst in him. But his drinks are amazing. Seriously, I know I said this before, but no one can touch Draco's drink making skills. They are out of this world. Which is how he got this job, despite absolutely no prior experience and that whole 'used-to-be-a-death-eater' thing hanging over his head.
Draco tries to treat everyone equally. I know, he's grown. But he does occasionally slip. It's the luxury residents that often get his sarcastic comments and side-eyes though.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
5 words that describe your character. Determined, Angry, Lost, Charming, Trying STRENGTHS:
Resolve: Draco finishes what he starts. Even if it takes him years, even if it might kill him. He gets it done. He has worked too hard and suffered to much to develop this trait to give it up now.
Cunning : Draco is smart. He may not always seem like it, but he is. He can think in odd directions and around twisted corners and come up with conclusions that might not have occurred to anyone else.
Love: It’s not an obvious thing with Draco, but when he loves he loves deeply and unconditionally. He lets very few people into his heart, and so the ones that make it there are cherished. He will do anything for those people, regardless of the cost.
Insight: Draco knows how to read people. He can often see through to the heart of someone, and recognize the truth of them. Unfortunately he used this insight for many years to pick up peoples biggest fears and insecurities and exploit them for his own use.
Determination: Draco is determined to make up for his past and create a new life for himself. Even if he's not doing the best job at it.
WEAKNESSES:
Anger: Draco cultivates anger the way other people cultivate gardens. He hoards it, treasuring it and clinging to it like it might give him something other than grief. He portions it out in tiny packets throughout his day, tightly controlled and regulated. He is never ruled by his anger, rather he uses it as fuel . If you were to take it from him there would be almost nothing left of him, just a young man who has never known how to function.
Pride: Sometimes it seems like his pride is the only thing he has left. He might not be the treasured son anymore, but damned if he wasn't still a Malfoy.
Selfishnes:s It’s very hard for Draco to see beyond himself. At one point in his life he didn’t even bother to try. He makes more of an effort now to put others first, but it doesn’t come naturally and his attempts often fall short.
Cowardess: Draco is a coward. He doesn’t want to be, but he is. Not just with pain, but with every day interactions. He never does anything that can be easily traced back to him, out of fear of retaliation.
Draco was raised to privilege, and for many years he used this fact to behave any way he wanted. He was spoiled, and haughty, and condescending to anyone he deemed ‘lesser’. Which, honestly, was almost everyone. He was used to getting anything he wanted, and expected the world to basically be handed to him. He was too smart for his own good, and could read people a little too well. It was easy for him to see into the heart of things, and to manipulate the fears and insecurities of those around him. His natural charisma and cruelty made him a leader of sorts, attracting all the wrong kinds of people.
But time changes everyone, even spoiled brats. The events of the War taught Draco many things, humility among them. He is no longer the arrogant, spiteful bully that he once was. No, now he is a desperate, angry, strangely hopeful young man.
He can still be incredibly rude, but he has lost a lot of his racism and does really try to keep his tongue under control. He regrets much of what he did, and would like to make up for it. He just doesn't know how.
Likes. boysenberry jam, rain, tapioca, the color green, cats, being alone. Dislikes. wet socks, tangerines, static shock, snakes, being alone.
S E C R E T S A N D G O S S I P
Secrets. Draco has spent most of his time since graduating with Muggles. He claims his trip was for potion purposes, but he really just wanted to live in a place where no one knows who he is. He met a lot of wonderful people, and would have stayed there if a letter from his father hadn't brought him home.
Narcissa Malfoy may be dying, though everyone is doing their best to hide how ill she really is.
Gossip. Rita would have written about the falling out he had with his father, I'm sure. It was a loud fight, and it's not a total secret that they haven't spoken in years. I'm also open to any lies she wants to write. Considering his past, it would make sense to link him to any crimes or unpleasantness that happens around 54.
H I S T O R Y
Childhood
The Malfoy family is as old as time, or so they like to claim. With blood that can be traced back to Merlin himself they are practically Wizarding Royalty. Lucius, the head of the current Malfoy house, always knew his place in the world. He was born to marry a pureblood girl, have an heir, and subtly nudge the world in the direction the Malfoys wanted it to go. The first two deeds were accomplished easily. Narcissa Black was the perfect bride, and their first child was a son. An heir. Draco. Once he was born it was obvious the Malfoy’s didn’t need another child, and so they never tried again.
Draco was raised like a prince. All the finest things in life were handed to him, his every whim was realized, and his mother doted on him. He learned early that a Malfoy never asked for anything. They ordered, they demanded, they expected, but they never asked.
He had few friends growing up, but he had many lackeys. His mother made sure that all of the pure-blood children spent time with him, and he took delight in ordering them around. The only family older and more prestigious than the Malfoy’s were the Blacks, and Draco was both. He ruled by right, and anyone who didn’t fall in line would feel the wrath of his father.
Hogwarts
Draco was ready when his Hogwarts letter arrived. He was sorted into Slytherin, of course, and he quickly ruled the dungeons. Or, at least, his class and the parts of the dungeons not already claimed by the older kids. He was quite prepared the be the pampered little prince and bask on his teachers love and approval. After all, every other adult he had ever met bent over backward to serve and please him.
But he soon learned that there was another student that everyone loved, a student that everyone loved more than him.
Harry Potter.
The golden child, the Boy Who Lived, everyone’s little darling. A boy who had already rebuffed Draco’s friendship, a boy who spent time with blood traitors and mud bloods. A boy who got away with everything.
Draco hated him.
He tightened his hold on his Slytherin cronies, knowing that if the rest of the school fell in line they could ostracize Potter. But try as he might none of the other houses worshiped him the way he deserved. Didn’t they know who he was? He was Draco Malfoy, heir to the houses of Malfoy and Black, the oldest Pureblood families! And he knew who to blame. It was Potter. Everything that ever went wrong for him was Potters fault.
He tried to explain this to his father, that it wasn’t his fault everyone loved Harry Stupid Potter, but he wouldn’t listen. And so Draco swore that the rest of his time at Hogwarts would be spent bringing Potter the justice he deserved. Once everyone saw what a loser he was they would realize that Draco was supposed to be in charge of them, and fall dutifully in line.
There was a time in second year when he was sure it was finally happening. The Chamber of Secrets was open, and everyone blamed Potter for it. As if that idiot could be heir of Slytherin. He didn’t have an ounce of Slytherin in him! Draco wished he knew who was doing it, so he could help them. But in the end Harry Stupid Potter and his mudblood army saved the day, and everyone loved him again. It was enough to drive him crazy!
But rumors were starting, rumors that the Dark Lord may return. His father wouldn’t tell him anything, but Draco knew it was important. The Dark Lord would make everything right again, would get rid of Stupid Potter, and the mudbloods and bloodtraitors and everyone else. All they really had to do was wait. A few short years later and he was back. Draco’s father was welcomed back into the fold, and Draco knew everything was going to be alright. The Dark Lord would save them from this stinking world where nothing went the way it was supposed to. But they didn’t do anything. The Dark Lord took over Malfoy Manor, and suddenly Draco found he wasn’t even welcome in his own home. The Dark Lord had no interest in him. Draco had always expected the Dark Lord to love him, to mentor him and groom him for command. Instead he spent the summer outdoors, waiting for someone to notice him.
The school year, however, seemed much more promising. Draco was made a prefect, and best of all, Dolores Umbrigde was hired to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. And unlike every other Professor, the Dark Lord, and even his father, Umbridge adored him. She took him under her wing, gave him power, and trusted him to mold the school into the right shape. Draco admired her, and used his new found power to punish the people who never recognized him and his influence before. The Inquisitorial Squad was a dream come true.
But again Harry Potter ruined everything.
Lucius Malfoy went to jail, and everything fell apart. It didn’t make sense. His father was a Malfoy! He couldn’t just be thrown into jail like regular people! But he was, and Draco found himself the head of a disgraced house.
And then the Dark Lord called him.
Draco had been wanting this for years, had wanted the Dark Lords approval, but the reality was nothing like his dreams. Getting the mark hurt, and it often ached and stabbed at him long after the spell was performed. He sat at the table with the other Death Eaters now, but none of them respected him. They were all so tall, and so frightening, and the Dark Lord wasn’t the benevolent master Draco had expected. He was hard, and he didn’t care about Draco at all. The Dark Lord made it very clear that he was including Draco in his father’s disgrace, and if he didn’t want to lose everything there was only one thing he could do. Kill Albus Dumbledore.
It was impossible. It was crazy. How was he supposed to kill the greatest wizard who ever lived! After the Dark Lord, of course. At least, Draco knew he was supposed to think that. But it was hard, Dumbledore may be an old idiot but Draco knew better than to underestimate him. He spent the entire summer planning, and a few short weeks before term began Draco knew what he had to do. He went into Kncokturn Alley and bought the vanishing cabinet. He got information on how to repair it, and he went into his Sixth year with a little more confidence than he’d felt in the weeks leading up to it. But repairing the cabinet proved to be more difficult than he imagined. He began to despair that he’d ever do it. And if he failed in this mission, who knew what the Dark Lord would do. Kill them all, most likely. Send green light into his mothers chest and leave her body lying on the Manor floor forever as a warning to others. Turn his father to stone and set him at the drawing room doors. Torture Draco himself into insanity, leaving him a pitiful drooling mess like Longbottom’s parents.
He began perfecting his skills, dropping everything that didn’t help him with the task. His aunt Bellatrix had helped him learn Occlumency, and he perfected the Protean charm. And every spare moment was spent working on the cabinet. But he couldn’t fix it. It didn’t matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fix it. In desperation he tried sending Dumbledore a cursed necklace, and poisoning the wine that was meant for him. But they were feeble attempts, and they failed miserably. And Potter was always sniffing at his heels, always standing around every corner. So now in addition to this impossible task he had to keep Potter off his tail. And Professor Snape was just as bad. He just didn’t understand.
There was only one person he could confide in, one person who didn’t judge him and who still believed in him. Myrtle knew what it was like. She understood him. He found himself spending more than one night sobbing in her empty bathroom. But then one day Potter found him there, and cursed him, and cost him nearly five days of work while he recovered.
But one day, one glorious, magical day, the cabinet worked. The passage was open. He could finally fulfill his mission. So he called the other Death Eaters, and they snuck into the school. While they fought the teachers and the students Draco raced up to the Astronomy Tower to kill Dumbledore. He knew what he had to do, he was ready, he was strong. He disarmed the Headmaster. But as he stood there, staring at him, Draco realized something horrible. He couldn’t do it. His whole life had been leading up to this moment, but he couldn’t do it. He just stood there, stupidly, listening to the man he was supposed to kill. Letting his wand waver. He was going to fail after all, and his family would pay the price. But then Professor Snape was there, screaming the curse, and Dumbledore’s body was tumbling to the ground.
Draco ran, following his Professor with blind faith and tears in his eyes. He had failed his mission, he had failed the Dark Lord, but that wasn’t why he was crying. Dumbledore was dead. Dumbledore was dead, and Draco was supposed to be happy, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t, Merlin he wasn’t. And it didn’t make sense, and it wasn’t supposed to hurt like this, and he didn’t know what to do. Potter was following them, Draco could hear him, but he didn’t stop running. He didn’t know if he would ever stop running again.
He was a criminal now, wanted by the Ministry. There was only one place he could go. Though he feared the Dark Lord now almost as much as anything else. But the Dark Lord didn’t kill him. He was allowed to remain a Death Eater and serve his master. The Dark Lord was finally done hiding, and the world was being rebuilt to his standards. It was what the Malfoy’s had always wanted, what Draco had always wanted. He was supposed to be happy. But at night, when Draco allowed himself to think, tiny seeds of doubt began to creep in. This world they were creating wasn’t the glorious utopia Draco had thought it would be. It was dark, and ugly, and terrifying. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore, but he knew it wasn’t this.
After the "success" of his mission The Dark Lord let Luscius Malfoy out of prison. As a full Death Eater Draco was now expected to go on real missions. He saw things, and did things, that he will never be able to justify. But it was for his Lord, and so he had no choice. He had never had any choices.
He returned to school for his final year, but his heart wasn't in it. He was also often called away to perform tasks for the Death Eaters, and hisbfrades suffered. Despite the fact that Hogwarts was now run by Professor Snape Draco had never felt more trapped there.
He returned home for the Easter break, but it wasn't the respite he wanted. Instead he was thrown even deeper in the mess. When the battered boy and his friends had been dragged into the Manor Draco knew who they were at once. Of course he did. He’d hated them for years. But as he opened his mouth to condemn them, he found he couldn’t do it. It was Dumbledore all over again, and Draco just didn’t understand. He hated Potter, he wanted to see him suffer, but he’d also seen what the Dark Lord did to people. He hesitated, but in the end did what he had to. Though secretly, very very secretly, he was glad when they escaped. Even though it cost him his wand.
After Potter escaped the Malfoys were even more disgraced that before. They were put under house arrest. Lucius took the fall from grace terribly hard. He withdrew, becoming silent and angry. The only times he spoke to his son he begged him to save them, to make the Dark Lord look at them again. So when Draco returned to school he continued to answer every summons he was given. Then the call to battle came, and Draco went. Because his father wanted it so badly.
He knew there was one way to get the Dark Lord to favor his father again, and that was to bring him Potter. He fought his way into the castle and found Crabbe and Goyle. Together they traced Potter to the Room of Requirement. But his fall from grace meant that his friends didn’t fear him the way they once had, and Crabbe disobeyed him and set the room on fire. Draco was sure that was the end of him, of them, of everything. And even as the thought terrified him, it was also strangely liberating. It was all finally going to be over. But then he heard the screams of his friends, and all thoughts of an easy death went out the window. He couldn’t let Crabbe and Goyle die, even if it was their own stupidity that had landed them here.
He tried to help them, but the fire was out of control, and Draco didn’t think he could do anything to save them. What he hadn’t counted on, what he had honestly never expected, was that Potter would risk himself and his best friends to save his enemies. They made it out, barely, but Crabbe did not. It was horrifying, listening to him scream. After that Draco knew he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t fight, he couldn’t hurt anyone else. So he ran. He knew that if he could just make it out of the castle… But Walden caught him, and for the second time that night Draco was sure he was going to die. And for the second time Potter saved him. It was baffling, and frustrating, and insane. Draco had no idea how to handle it. In the end it didn’t matter. Voldemort was destroyed, Potter was the hero, and Draco and his family barely managed to escape. Disgraced, failures at everything they had once stood for. But alive. Still alive. Whatever that meant.
They fell far out of the public eye after that, staying in their manor and hoping everyone will forget about them. Draco spent a lot of time sneaking off to Muggle London, since it was the only place where he felt truly anonymous. It was amazing, being somewhere no one knew his name, or what he'd done.
It couldn't last forever though, and one night his father caught him. They had a huge fight, where Lucius accused Draco of turning his back on everything the Malfoys ever stood for. Draco held his ground, pointing out just how much shit the 'pureblood mentality' had gotten them into. Eventually Draco left, refusing to be what his father wanted anymore.
He spent the next year or so travelling the world, ostensibly researching potion methods of different cultures. He picked up some good tricks on his way, as well as feeling free for the first time in his life. No one knew him, no matter where he went. He was able to create his own identity. He met some amazing people, and could have been happy staying in America forever. But a letter from his father brough Draco back to England. His mother was sick, and no one knew what was wrong with her. It was uncertain if she'd ever get better. So Draco took a job as a bartender at The Firey Pheonix and rented a one bedroom flat at 54 Diagon Alley. He visits his mother once a week at St. Mungos. He still hasn't seen his father.
S A M P L E S
First Person Journal Entry.
This week only, Magic Mojitos are half off. Watch as an enourmous puff of rainbow cotton candy disolves in front of your eyes into a secret blend of liqueors that will make your mouth sing. Only at the Firey Pheonix. Private I feel like such a shill.
Third Person Narrative. Draco could hear his parents talking in the drawing room, their voices hushed but unmistakable. He knew they were talking about him, but he couldn't muster up the energy to go listen. Whatever happened now would happen, and he simply couldn't find it in himself to care. About anything.
He felt... Well, he supposed he must feel something. That what people did, right? Feel things? But honestly he wasn't sure if he really was a person anymore. People didn't do the sorts of things he did. People didn't...
"If you hadn't LIED to, to"
"I lied for our son! And if you don't think that was worth it then we are"
Draco tuned them out, wrapping his arms around his head and humming softly. Some old song that he couldn't remember the words to or the name of. It was soothing though, and if he pressed his face against the window pane then all he could really hear was the wind. It should be raining. Wasn't it supposed to rain when the world ended?
Except for everyone else this was a celebration, wasn't it. Their side won. Or, lost less, I guess. What's winning, when there are a hundred bodies piled in the Great Hall and...
"Don't you dare! I"
He didn't want to listen to them. He didn't want to listen, or think, or feel, or exist right now. Maybe if he pushed hard enough he could sink into the glass and just become part of the house. Maybe...
For a moment it seemed like he got his wish, rain drops splashing off the end of his nose and staining his trousers. But it wasn't rain, of course it wasn't. Draco didn't even know he could cry anymore. That was good, right? People cried. Did monsters? Did it matter? He just... He just wished he could go home. Wherever that was.
P L O T I D E A S
I want to see if Draco can actually make some real friends! I'd also love to explore his past with Pansy and his future with Astoria! Possibly even a kind of peace with Potter, Weasley, and Granger? Also, some sort of coflict with his family and his past actions is sure to arise, and I look forward to that too!
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