Those Pretty Little Legs

Summary: The first two looks were only important because they led to the 3rd. That look meant you had one night… One night between his pretty little legs.

Those Pretty Little Legs
Prologue

I, Draco Malfoy, am undeniably many things. To many, I am a git, a prat, a slim ball and, once, was even called an arrogant little-little cockroach. I deny these four vehemently and with fever. After all, a Malfoy is always a perfect gentleman.

Translation:... (I have never been, and would never be slimy, or a-a cockroach!! Ewww!)

Ahem!! Anyway...

I am a Malfoy, a good Hogwarts student (academically), a Slytherin, a natural blonde, a “Prince”, a fashion “diva” (though I don't much like the diva part... Not quiet sure what it means... Anyhow...), an excellent flyer, and (in my opinion) the sexiest boy to ever grace the halls of Hogwarts.

That, of course, was what was known or speculated (really now, a slim ball? A cockroach?) among the Hogwarts population. Very few, however, know much about my home life.

Oh, yes, they might assume they knew, after all, my father was a known supporter of You-Know-Who, Lord Voldemort, The Dark Lord, Tom Marvolo Riddle, or whatever they're calling him, now. This, of course, caused people to assume the worst. That we tortured muggles before and after dinner, ate mugg-er mudblood children for said dinner. (Though, honestly, why they thought that was beyond him. What true hu-wizard would eat a mug-mudblood.) Very few of them knew what really went on in the Malfoy Household...

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Oh? Did you think I was going to tell you? Hasn't listening to me taught you anything!? Never, never, assume anything when it came to a Malfoy ...

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So?
What do you think?
Should I continue it or throw it out?
I know it's short but I'm not sure if it will be kept up... Sort of a.. tester... if you will.