The Rose Renegades

The Blonde Lord

"No that won't work. It's too cheesy," Draco Malfoy thought to himself frantically. He was rushing around Malfoy Manor scribbling down slogans for his campaign down on a lemon yellow notepad. With every failed attempt, he scrunched up the paper and tossed it behind him to a paranoid looking house elf with a glossy pewter trashcan in its tiny salmon colored hands that are covered in dirt.

"How about 'Vote Draco because he likes tacos!' Honestly Draco what the fuck," Draco mumbled to himself. "Victoria's chicken tacos are pretty good though."

Draco kept striding around the very cold manor. He kept getting an idea, not liking it, and throwing it into a literal trashcan behind him. In fact Draco was so caught up in the slogan for his prefect campaign, he didn't even notice that he walked into the room where his parents were drinking tea in.

"Um...Draco what are you doing," Draco's mother asked. Draco immediately looked up at her and realized he had made a complete circle around his house.

"Odelia told me that there is going to be a campaign for the Slytherin boy prefect because the one that was supposed to be the new 5th year one moved to America. Of course, I want to be ahead of the game, so I am trying to figure out a slogan for my campaign. Spencer suggested 'Vote for me or perish' but I don't think I should use it. I am trying to gain votes not lose them. Anyways," Draco explained. He glanced up at the clock above his father's head. Right then Draco's gray eyes widen to about 3x their normal size and his face drained of what little color he had left in it. He had just saw that he had thirty minutes until he had to get on the Hogwarts Express.

Draco threw everything he was holding down and bolted to his room. His heart was a fist that punched the inside of his chest in a fast paced tempo. That was the tempo that he changed out of his emerald, silk pajamas and into a sleek black suit. The tempo that he brushed his cloud-white teeth and tried to tame the wild white-blonde hurricane on top of his head.

Draco was just about to dash out of the door as if it was the finish line for him and his race with time, when his mom stopped him.

"Forgetting something," she smiled while handing Draco his trunk.

"Oh, yeah." Draco grabbed the alabaster chest. He then bolted through the night-black front door and swan dived into a carriage, winning his race with time.