his father wasn’t the best— surely everyone knew that. lucious malfoy, always bribing with his money to get things to go his way. yes, he wasn’t the best to draco. but this time he went too far.

here draco was, sobbing his heart out in the bathroom. staring up into the mirror, not too long ago the dark mark had been forced onto him. but he went along with it, for his father. it’s always for his father.

it was as if he was his fathers slave, always following under his rules— to make him proud for once. he was too lost on his sulking and crying to not notice someone had came in.

he didn’t seem to notice you in the mirror.. his vision too blurry with tears.