The Malfoy Heir

Draco Malfoy ♔ 6th year and burdened with an awful task ♔ Slytherin ♔ Prefect ♔ Seeker and Captain ♔ Malfoy Heir ♔ {Roleplayer for afterallthistime-rpg} ⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌⚌ Firstly, I am Draco Malfoy; son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Secondly, for those of you who wish to converse in civil terms, you shall have to qualify as more than a cretin. That alone not being a distinctively easy task in this debacle of a school.

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Are you looking for new partners?

I'm in a rpg so no, not really

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Procrastination Headcanon

Draco Malfoy procrastinates unsightly amounts. Lucius would always pester him about finishing the book he had given him, writing that letter to Bellatrix (that he never did finish) and other things that the young Malfoy never could bring himself to do which led his Father to believe he was slow and unwitting as a very young child. However, as he grew up, Lucius believed it was mostly down to his stubborn and lazy approach to things he didn’t quite want to do, although perfectly capable.

It had become a habit for him in his second year to hang around in the Slytherin Common Room when he wanted to waste time. With the Daily Prophet or a hefty book at his lap, but eyes instead scouring the same old bunch of people that tended to spend most of their day there. Draco picked up on a lot of things doing this - little things - such as how Crabbe liked to pick his nose when he thought no one was looking or how the Carrow twins always looked at one another before speaking.

However, at the Manor he was limited for people to watch unless he planned to spend his time lounging in the Kitchens watching the House Elves cook. Instead he would take strolls into the gardens and sit by the lake sometimes even. Although not as big as the one at Hogwarts, Draco swore he had seen a Mermaid in there. But that was when he was very young: he doesn’t go down there anymore.

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Food Headcanon

           Draco was always a very picky eater; he would prefer to eat nothing all day than eat something he didn’t particularly care for. This habit developed because of the exquisitely rich meals he would receive at the Manor, dressed lavishly with exotic condiments and served in fine crockery, to be eaten with silverware of the highest standards.

          Pumpkin juice; Cornish Pasties; flavourless chicken; dry toast and sticky marmalade jam tops. Draco’s stomach would squirm in disgust at the thought of the very things. It wasn’t so much the bitter taste that the marmalade left on his lips, but the fact that the top of the jar always left his fingers sticky and uncomfortable. 

          Moreover, having sat with Crabbe and Goyle most of his life at the Slytherin table, he always seemed to lose his appetite at supper time. Drool running down their greasy chins as they gobbled yet another chicken drumstick then making their way straight to the chips with their grubby fingers, smearing grease all over them. Draco would sit there fiddling absently with the Cumberland sausage on his china plate.

          Draco, hereafter, prefers the lighter dishes and the delicacies with the flavours that tingle over his taste buds and yet leave his appetite feeling filled.

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No, but you allowed everyone to see your answer so it was open to other’s opinions, you didn’t have to ask.

[dracosfate]

If you finished it by will, I'm sure it's not disgust you're feeling.

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wild·fire  

/ˈwīldˌfī(ə)r/

Noun

A large, destructive fire that spreads quickly.

It was infrared; ablaze. It lapped at his pale ankles, burning away material to taste the sweet, succulent flesh. The roaring dragon climbed higher with a rumbling greed at its first savour of its conquest. 

Draco didn’t wail nor screech for his life - he was calm, silent. He promised he wouldn’t cry nor break. Feeling the fire burn through the material of his trousers and lick at his untouched skin, he trembled violently for the agony, oh Gods, the agony; but he did not break. He remained silent and calm. 

The fire had reached him, and, as it licked at his clothes and singed the tips of his pale hair, Draco finally broke and cried out. His wide, frightened eyes met his own ones through the flames. Tears came to Draco’s eyes but he did not close them.

He no longer dreamed of being devoured by the wildfire, but instead he watched himself. He watched himself burn in them. 

                      { And he’s burning, burning, dying. }

Draco drew his wand out of the sleeve of his tunic and held it lightly in his right hand. He watched the other in the flames: own face, his lovely, cold, aristocratic face, and willed himself to look down.

The flames reached out for him and he watched Draco - himself - catch fire. He watched himself as he threw his head back and screamed in mingled pain and terror, and he finally found the courage to say the words.         “—Avada Kedavra.” 

Draco was afraid of fire;

           he woke with damp cheeks and a trembling hand.

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diabolosmydearirina said: I don’t know whether to respect you, be shocked or utterly disgusted.

Did I ask for your feedback on the matter?

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Hogwarts, you never cease to bore me.

[the-night-will-never-stay]

I’ll pass on that, thanks. The location of my moping doesn’t change the fact that it’s boring here. -She lets out a heavy, somewhat dramatic sigh and rolls her eyes-

[dracosfate]

Perhaps, but it gets on other peoples' nerves. [looks up from his book, raising an amused eyebrow] Such as my own.

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92,96,97?

92. Have you have phone sex?

What sex?!

96. What body parts do you find the sexiest?

The dip between the hipbones towards the groin and the neck.

97. What was your most recent sexual thought?

It was last night in the showers. No more comments.

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26,29?

26. Have you ever showered with someone (non-sexually)?

Quidditch changing room showers. Need I say more?

29. How many sexual partners have you had?

Only six. I'm picky. This is strictly sexual, mind. There was no feeling involved.

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14,18,20?

14. Do you have any kinks?

Touch me with ice. Touch me with fire.

18. Have you had sex in the shower?

Not yet.

20. Do you sleep partially/fully naked?

I don't allow my roommates the honour. No, I sleep in pyjama bottoms.

[the-night-will-never-stay]

Hogwarts, you never cease to bore me.

[dracosfate]

Cry us all a river, Jones, but I doubt moping around in the Common Room will change that fact any time soon. [drawls, taking his usual seat on the leather couch opposite hers and opens the Daily Prophet]

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41 & 69

41. How big is your penis?

[He laughs and shakes his head] 

69. Have you ever had sex in a public place?

Do the carriages outside the Yule Ball count? If so, yes. 

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17 and 22.

17. Do you ever masturbate in the shower?

Yes. Come and join me some time.

22. What's the most unusual thing you've done nude?

Nothing to this point. But skinny dipping in the lake is a thing I plan on doing before I leave this blasted school.

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48

48. Are you turned on or off by foreskin, or don't care?

I don't care.

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25

25. Are you comfortable with partners seeing you nude in non-sexual contexts?

Very much so. 

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100

100. Do you often imagine people naked?

I have a keen eye and a keener imagination. 

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13

13. Do you like mild roughness (scratching, spanking, hair-pulling, etc.)?

Oh yes.