"The Malfoy family," He announced, helping my mother from the carriage.
Everyone looked up, and I could see automatic respect. That's what we got for wearing the name. I held a casual air of grace and dignity as I slowly made my way from the carriage. My mother thought that I had come under-dressed for the casual evening, but many of the other girls my age wore similar dresses. Low necklines, heels, gold jewellery, and dresses that reached our knees.
"Ad," Draco whispered as he followed me into the castle.
"Drac," I whispered back, smiling at everyone I passed.
"I have a bad feeling about this," He murmured.
"I do too," I said, flirting slightly with every boy my age making them all swoon. Another perk of being a Malfoy; everyone automatically falls in love. "But, I'm sure it'll be fine. It's just a party! What can go wrong?"
A lot. A lot went wrong.
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Being a Malfoy
FanfictionWhen we walk in the room, everyone is looking at us. When our name is mentioned, everyone is paying attention. When they hear our last name, they automatically respect the person name wearing it. A perfect powerful family. The Malfoys...
