genikova
Someone such as him would have everything he pleases, everything handed down on silver platters. He didn't ask to be, but he was perfect, he was his father's son after all, and with the way he was raised he couldn't help but carry this belief to the years he had lived- before the fall that is.
But deep inside Draco's heart, the only thing that he desired the most- he would never say it out loud, never would admit it- was a handshake.
drarry fanfiction- originally posted on my AO3 (@shizuns) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20385802