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Created on 2006-09-26 01:54:03 (#11240109), last updated 2006-10-05

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Name:	Draco Irenio Malfoy
Birthdate:	1980-06-05
Location:	United Kingdom

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The Basics

Character Name: Draco Irenio Malfoy
PB: Mathias Lauridsen

Age: 20
Birthday: June 5th, 1980
Wand: Bloodwood, 14¾, dragon heartstring
House in School: Slytherin
Bloodline: Finest of the purebloods

Political View: Draco always thought he believed in the infallibility of pureblood supremacy. It was the only stance he had known since birth, and therefore the only 'correct' view there was. Which human would not have enjoyed hearing that they, and only they, were among the select few best? For Draco, he was a royalty wih divine rights to the world. Anything that stated otherwise was blasphemy. Then came the second war, and he learned that everything he had believed in for the entirety of his existance had been lies, lies, and lies. He still thought the Malfoys were among the upper class of the society, but he realized that the neverending chain of murders and hatred had to come to an end. He was no longer certain of where he stood on the continuum, but one thing he knew for certain was that he was not on Voldemort's side.

Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Build: Slender curvature masking the lean but powerful muscles, like a jaguar
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Pale silvery blonde
Dress style: Like most respectable wizarding families, the Malfoys place great emphasis on tradition. Having said that, Draco in particular is very much concerned with his presentation. From as young as he can remember, he's always been expected to appear at his best. He favours the colour black, and can often be seen in formal conservative wizarding robes of high quality, even in the hottest summer day.

Basic Physical Description: Draco's complexion is flawless and fair, the bone structure sharp, clearly defined, and angular. Contrary to his character and personality, there's something about Draco that looks delicate and fragile like a dainty unicorn that badly needs protection. However, his uncommon physical appearance does not hinder him from his versatility of being able to blend into any environment, owing partially to his well deveoped acting skills and expertise in disguises. His strong points are agility, reflex, knowledge of critical spots, and mastery of curses.

Defining Marks: Draco has a scar on his back and on his left shoulder.

Personality

In many ways, Draco is like the Mirror of Erised. Both exhibit sublime external beauty, the empyreal perfection sharply heightened by the enigmatic interior. Neither will reveal knowledge nor truth, and the unstirring grey surfaces show not what is within but what people want to see in them. Countless men and women have wasted away before them both, lost in their own fantasies and delusions and never knowing whether or not there was even a glimmer of reality in what they saw. More often than not, they could see the truth, but so sweet were the calls of the illusion and so desperate were they that they convinced themselves to believe in the phantoms before their eyes. Addiction is a dangerous thing, and Draco Malfoy is the living proof that such a thing as human addictions can exist.

Beneath the glacial barrier lies an ocean of secrets: the first few steps are misleadingly shallow in contrast to the sudden and severe shift in depth thereafter. Few are strong enough to break through the barrier, fewer are brave enough to delve into the unknown, and still fewer are fortunate enough to return unharmed. None who has survived the trip is the same person they were before the venture.

Sly, cunning, ambitious, and intelligent, Draco is the picture of a true Slytherin. Quiet and introverted, he is often underestimated by friends and foes alike--a long-term advantage he exploits to the fullest. His value for privacy does not equate to social ineptitude, however; quite the contrary, in fact, as he is fully equipped to be perfectly charming and engaging should he feel inclined to be so.

One thing Draco is not, is a liar. He may employ euphemisms, dodge questions, omit facts to his advantage, or stage or twist situations, but he does not lie. His words are as golden as the strands of hair on his head, a small matter of character that most people do not realize. Granted, he is a skillful actor and can transform himself on short notice into a completely different person by exhibiting changes in gait, posture, manner of speech, and personality, but he considers it a gift for the craft as opposed to a lie. He is also strictly professional and has an appreciation for moderation and efficiency. The "fine art" of unnecessary violence does not appeal to him. His code of ethics is very eccentric and often contradictory. He is what some would call a devil with morals, if such a thing were possible.

Draco is a perfectionist and a firm believer of 'first or nothing.' With centuries of finest genes, magical talent comes as natural to him as walking or breathing. Academically, he has to study just as hard as everyone else, but takes the liberty of going the extra mile to get that one additional mark that would make or break his flawless grade.

As displayed by the ingenious feat in his sixth year, Draco is extraordinarily inventive and resourceful. Over the course of the war, he has learned many lessons, including the importance of being prepared. No matter how seamless a plan may seem, no matter how many times the plan is revised, there's always room for something to go wrong. Call it excessive, but he likes to play it safe--that is, he never enters the playing field without a handful of exit strategies and backup plans. He's cautious and wary to the point of being paranoid (by civilian standards), but he has long since learned the painful way that a healthy amount of suspicion goes a long way. As Mad Eye Moody used to say, constant vigilance pays off one way or another.

Draco is a hard man to break. Like everyone, there was a time when he was as innocent as a dove. Today, there isn't much that can shake, much less intimidate him. Having experienced rigorous hardship firsthand and seen more horrific scenes than a man is designed to handle, he has a knack for enduring anything thrown his way. When life hands him lemons, he sprays the citric acid into the eyes of his enemies. Logical, pragmatic, adaptable, and quick-thinking, he is one of those people who'll find a way to survive practically anywhere in the world.

May the fool pity the man who makes an enemy of Draco, for he never forgets a favour owed. He has the memory of an elephant and can be cruel and vindictive when slighted. Comparatively, he will go out of his way to make sure that benevolence is returned in appropriate measures. As ruthless as he can be, his resources and physical and mental prowess makes him an invaluable asset to those deserving of his service. Ultimately, however, he is a loner whose loyalty belongs only to one man: himself.

Psychology

Extrovert/Introvert: Introverted in terms of forming intimate relationships, trust, or disclosure of information, but extroverted in terms of overall social interaction.
Boggart Would Be: Himself being utterly incapable and useless. He's the type of person who not only wants, but needs to be out and about doing things smack down in the middle of it all. Also, his experience as Voldemort's captive has only served to strengthen this fear of incapability.
Patronus Would Be: In school, Draco was unable to summon anything beyond a faint silvery smoke due to his lack of concentration. He finally cast a corporeal patronus once during the war, which was a unicorn, but he has yet to be able to reproduce the phenomenon in spite of his best attempts. Frankly, it isbeyond him why it had been a unicorn, though he speculates that it may have been an indication of his 'good' status after the defection.

Sexuality

Draco is quite heterosexual, although he has been approached on more than a number of occasions by individuals of other orientations. For a long time, Draco had no interest in nourishing any romantic relationships, causing his parents to wonder as to his sexuality. His father's frequent and frankly unfounded accusations as to his sexual orientation may have been a factor by itself in his choice to be straight, but most likely, he is because he is.

Lifestyle

Occupation: None at the moment, although he is likely to get one if Harry does, due to his personal competitive spirit.
Residence: The Phoenix (Harry's place)
Financial Status: Affluent

Family

Parents: Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy
Siblings: None that he is aware of

Around the time of Draco's birth, the Malfoys were joining the commotion of death eaters trying to avoid conviction following the downfall of their leader. They needed to keep up appearances, and Lucius' calculating mind immediately saw the advantage to the arrival of a new family member.

The Malfoys succeeded in portraying to the public a picture of the loving nuclear family. Combined with some heavy quick thinking on Lucius' part, the alleged charges against the Malfoys were shortly discredited in court. Nevertheless placed under heavy auror surveillance and public scrutiny, it was crucial for them to continue the charade. Whether Lucius' devotion and affection during this time had any hint of his true feelings or if everything had been but a masterfully executed play, Draco would never know.

Artificial or not, Draco spent many years of happy and satisfactory childhood. He received early education from only the best of the best. As a gentleman of noble birth, Lucius did not work, and neither did Narcissa, allowing both to dedicate a significant amount of their time to their only child and heir. The three of them built wonderful memories as a family for good ten years, even after the public's focus on them had waned.

The year before Draco was to leave home for Hogwarts, Lucius was absent from his son's birthday banquet. In fact, Lucius was rarely home, and when he was, he locked himself in the study where Draco was forbidden to enter. Countless strangers apparated in and out of the house, sometimes at odd hours long into the night. Some of them deeply frightened Draco, either with the ink black hood that concealed their faces or with the malicious cackles that accompanied menacingly long fingers pinching his cheeks. Narcissa, too, was kept busy entertaining the guests. Draco was left almost exclusively in the care of his governess.

Once, near Christmas, Draco ran into Lucius in the hallway by chance. Lucius did not even acknowledge him and swept past with an ominous coldness. At that moment, Draco knew that his father had changed. It was almost as though someone had snatched his father away and replaced him with a stranger who just looked like him. So wretchedly miserable was Draco that as the date of his departure neared, he was almost glad to be leaving.

To his confusion and surprise, everything reverted back to normal near the end of July. No one stopped by the estate. The governess was dismissed, and Lucius and Narcissa became loving parents once more with renewed vigour. On the day they visited the Diagon Alley, Draco was quite literally showered with presents. Whatever he wanted, he received. It was as though nothing had changed, and Draco's gloom was quickly chased off by restored confidence. He justified the year as a busy one for his parents and laughed at how silly and melodramatic he had been. Only later would he find out the truth about his father's involvement in the war. And much, much later, he would also learn that in his father's heart, he always was and always will be secondary to the man's beliefs.

History from student days at Hogwarts to the present time

Both Lucius and Narcissa accompanied him to the station and saw him off. On the platform, Crabbe and Goyle took over his parents' place. Little did he know then that they had been instructed to act as his bodyguards at school, ensuring his safety. Granted, Draco wasn't very happy with the arrangement at first. He knew they couldn't hold an intelligent conversation if their life depended on it. Desperate for a worthy conversationalist, he offered his friendship to Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, but ended up making an enemy of him instead. The two boys held ideologies that were at the opposite ends of the spectrum, and the clash of their upbringing was too great to overcome without considerable effort--and neither had any reasons to make such an effort.

Draco soon found good uses for his bodyguards; Hogwarts was different from home, where he had had plenty of servants at his beck and call. Crabbe and Goyle left a lot to be desired, but they were adequate replacements for fulfilling his basic needs. They weren't 'friends' in the conventional sense, but merely means to an end. With his brain and their brawns, Draco quickly assumed leadership of his peers.

As a perfectionist, it maddened him to no end each and every year when Hermione Granger, an offspring of mere muggles, would beat him by a mark or two, or worse, break even with him. He was constantly locked in a personal scholastic battle against the muggleborn, careful to keep his own grades secret from others. So stressed and frustrated was he that one year, he exploded by calling her a mudblood before he knew exactly what he was saying. He regretted it afterwards, not because he had hurt her but because he had allowed his emotions to get the best of him. The same applied for Harry Potter, the Boy Who Hogged All The Attention, the saviour of the world who everyone seemed to think deserved special treatment. It did not help that the half blood who had never played quidditch before in his life constantly beat Draco, who had been practicing since age five, in every match. Just once, Draco would have liked to see that fraud get what he really deserved.

Each time Draco returned home, be it Christmas or summer, he learned more and more about exactly who his father was. The superiority of the purebloods had been ingrained in him since birth, but on the whole, he had been kept unaware of the exact role Lucius played in promoting their ideology. He saw how his father's words struck fear and inspiration in people. He saw just how important his father was. He saw how much power and authority his father had over the people, how people listened to him. Draco came to appreciate the mysterious and secretive organization. There was an elusive appeal to being an insider of a big conspiracy no one else knew about, not even the great Potter.

For five years, Draco, with other junior recruits, underwent extensive training in preparation for their inevitable future: being a death eater. His outstanding performance went unmatched by others by miles, and he was always the centre of the attention of his 'colleagues' and adults alike. Even his father, who seemed to judge him with more critical eyes than he did other children, complimented that he was showing lots of promises.

It was devastating for Draco when he heard that his father had been sentenced to Azkaban. But that was nothing compared to what came next: a personal summon by Lord Voldemort, and a subsequent order that he, Draco Malfoy, kill Dumbledore. It was either that, or the extermination of his entire family. His father had failed, and it was time for the son to carry on.

Draco had always imagined the day he would be initiated as a death eater. The day when he would serve the same man his father served, when he would awe everyone with an 'outstanding performance' on his first mission. The day when he would be revered as a hero, reaping rewards beyond imagination. The day when he would look down at Potter to see the dumbfounded expression on the face of the Boy Who Lived. But that was not the reality. The reality was not half as glamorous, and everything he held dear hung on the balance. The stakes were high and he knew what everyone was saying behind his back: the task set out for him was impossible and there was no chance that a sixth year student would be able to accomplish what many adults before him had failed. His 'friends' avoided him like the plague, whispering about how he had gotten what was coming to him. The truth was, many of them had been holding grudges against him for years, but there was no one brave enough among them to explain to his face that they didn't approve of his attitudes or behaviours. With the Malfoy family influence out of the equation, his many followers turned their backs on him. Pansy tried to stand by him, but understandably could not withstand the peer pressure. Only Crabbe and Goyle remained, but they were only added annoyances in Draco's unstable mind.

For the rest of the summer, Draco devised a plan and made preparations for the assignment. He knew it would work, but he was playing with the lives of his parents and insecurities of a thousand what if's haunted him. Throughout the year, he could hardly concentrate on his studies. His grades fell like boulders off a cliff, but he did not have the luxury to care. Snape offered to help, but Draco refused it--the dark lord had said he had to kill Dumbledore himself, and he wasn't about to let his cowardice or incapability jeopardize his family. Snape continued to offer, and Draco became certain that Snape had been sent by Voldemort to hinder his progress, secretly wanting him to fail. He grew intensely paranoid and antisocial, unable to trust anyone. The psychological stress also took physical tolls on him, causing steady loss of weight. Blood drained from his face and he spent many sleepless nights, still as a corpse with wide open eyes, in his bed.

For months, there was no one for him to speak to or lean on. He had never felt more alone in the world. It was an intense relief for him when he finally found someone to unload his weights on: a ghost named Myrtle in the girls' bathroom on the second floor. She had no ulterior motive. She was a good listener, and an understanding one at that. She did not judge him based on what he looked like, what he did or was about to do, or what choices he made. She shared her own stories with him. Sometimes, she even made him laugh. The conversations he held with her had soothing therapeutic effects and ultimately gave him the much needed strength to go on.

Nevertheless, when the moment arrived, Draco faltered. The opportunity was there, the safety of his family within reach. He didn't even like the old man, and wouldn't have batted an eye had the headmaster died the next day--and yet, he could not bring himself to go through with it. Was it some twisted sense of morality that decided to barge in at the worst possible moment? Was it the infamous cold feet that wrenches the hearts of cowards, playing wicked tricks on the mind? Whatever supernatural element had interfered at that very moment, one thing was clear. Draco Malfoy had not been the one who killed Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's final words affected Draco more deeply than he would ever have let on. They say a master's art is recognized only after he has taken his last breath; likewise, the former headmaster's death served to strengthen the power of his words, forever echoing at the back of Draco's mind.

Having failed his duty, Draco was severly punished and was further deemed unworthy of the dark mark once the dark lord discovered the reason for his failure. After enduring hours of punishments, Draco truly believed he would be killed that night; and a part of him prayed that the moment would come faster. More painful than the physical torture was the emotional disgrace, not only of himself but also of the Malfoys in general. Narcissa had fled, Lucius was imprisoned, and Draco was nothing but a weak, incapable coward.

Alas, for Draco never got his wish fulfilled. Instead, he was sentenced to a fate worse than death: he was to be held hostage, used as a leverage to get his father's complete cooperation. Never had Draco felt more humiliated, degraded, worhless, and helpless as he did then. From his cramped cell, he saw and heard unspeakable things. Sometimes, he was allowed out, or more accurately, forced out, to witness horrible massacres. It was then that where others saw an almighty leader, Draco saw a broken man--nay, a creature--gripped by personal vendetta who only used their ideology as a means to achieve selfish causes. He saw just how much (or rather, how little) Voldemort cared about his disciples. The man was reckless and would not have cared at all if the purebloods wiped themselves out along with the mudbloods and the half breeds. The man himself was one of them, for Merlin's sake! Slytherin's descendant or not, something was very wrong with this picture.

Draco realized that they were all nothing but a bunch of hypocrites, swollen in their so-called blood superiority. He thought of Hermione Granger; as reluctant as he was to admit it, her 'dirty blood' had been nothing more than an excuse for him to discredit her intelligence. He thought of Harry Potter, whom he still despised, but he couldn't deny that there was no significant difference between Potter and He Who Must Not Be Named. He had employed racist terms without really understanding their significance, supporting a cause that had no real basis aside from the pretentious old world wizards' burning hatred towards the rising new world wizards. He had seen too much in this war to believe otherwise. Innocent people were dying, squibs, muggleborns, half bloods, and purebloods alike because of one madman. As someone once said, they made him a god when they didn't own the heavens.

Draco started to think for himself instead of letting his father or a fraud of a leader dictate his life. He had to escape. Not only for himself, but for his family, for all of wizarding world. He loathed sitting idly by, unable to do anything. It was maddening!

He tried to reach sympathetic souls, but there were none among the ranks of death eaters. Day by day, the bleakness of the situation became more and more apparant to Draco. He was alone. He, and he alone, could save himself. No one was coming to help; not his mother, not his father, not Snape, and certainly not his 'friends.' In the darkest point of it all, he heard a familiar voice echoing in his head: Dumbledore. He was delusional, no doubt, but as crazy as it sounded, it gave him something he had never had before. It gave him hope.

Eventually, Draco concocted an extraordinary plan. It was a reckless tactic that depended heavily on luck and good timing. It was a gamble, but his father had always told him that to reap great rewards, sometimes you had to take great risks. He took that great risk then, and he did indeed reap the most prized reward of them all: freedom. Little did he know, he had a nameless guardian angel from the inside.

He escaped, but just barely with his life. There were moments when he thought to himself, 'this is it, this is the end.' And yet, through the hazy blurs, he survived, and once he was certain of his safety, collapsed from exhaustion. When he regained consciousness, he was in the care of the Order of the Phoenix. The rest, as they say, is history.

By the end of the war, Draco had put his petty rivalry aside and was fighting alongside Harry, Hermione, and Ron. That was to say, he was still on relatively skeptical terms with Ron and there were frequent and trivial bickerings with Harry, but his presence was agreed among the group to be tolerable at the very least. He had, after all, proved himself on numerous occasions to be more than useful.

The tension of war had been holding the four unlikely friends' fragile bond together. The moments immediately following the dark lord's demise was that of intense relief and a collective feeling of triumph. The next day, however, was a different story. Draco spent another sleepless night in the hospital, wondering what was to become of him. As reluctant as he was to admit it, he had grown more attached to the three than he would have liked. But there was no longer a reason for him to stay, was there? After toying with various scenarios, Draco concluded that they weren't meant to be, and that the best way to end the whole fiasco was for him to slip away silently. Before sun was up, he had packed his bags and departed, leaving behind a curt and professional farewell letter.

For the next few months, Draco took up residence in Spinner's End along with the assortment of other 'refugees' who sought sanctury in Snape's well-warded house. It was spacious enough to fit everyone comfortably inside, and although the atmosphere was distinctly different from that of the Malfoy estate, something about the place made Draco feel safe and protected. Then just as he was beginning to enjoy his new habitat, an innocuous Daily Prophets headline shattered everything. Lucius Malfoy had been cleared of all charges and roamed the world as a free man.

He wasn't sure what exactly it was that he felt. Had there been fear? Perhaps a small part of him had been touched by it, but it certainly wasn't the dominating emotion. Curiousity, then? Confusion and wonderment as to how his father felt about the choices he had made, what his father was thinking or even planning? What was he to do if his father apparated in front of him right now, with all intents and purposes to kill him? Was he capable of defending himself, and even if he was, how far was he willing to go? Million questions floated around in his head, and the solution came from an unexpected source. Harry Potter.

Draco adamantly refused to accept the offer. The very thought was absolutely preposterous! Snape, however, proved to be extremely persuasive. And so it happened that one rainy day, a Draco Malfoy waltzed unannounced into the Potter residence as though he had a rightful ownership to the place, a parade of waterproof luggages floating after him.

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