Charming now, am I? Good to know. And of course I can handle someone who speaks their mind. In fact, I think that's been part of our issue lately, Ginny. We've both been trying to form ourselves into something that we're not. Fuck it. Yes, I'm a bloody Slytherin, and I'm damn proud of it, too.
So my family is known for being murderers and Death Eaters. So I'm supposed to be some precious pureblooded heir to inherit a huge fortune upon the death of my beloved parents. Fuck that, too. I know how to find the weak spots in someone's personality and bring it out effectively, Ginny. I know how to drag a fight out of someone who doesn't want to fight. I lie. I don't give a damn about how I hurt someone when I do. If it's in my best interest, then it's good to go. You of all people should know this, by now. That part of me hasn't changed. If you want me to care about you, really care, then put yourself as my best interest. It's not that difficult to figure out, really.
I only let you see one part of me all throughout Hogwarts, unless you somehow snuck into the Slytherin common room. Hell, even then, I was just acting my part as a Slytherin, not as myself. The only time I'm ever myself, really myself, is among the few safe people who I've grown to know over the past few years. If you think you can handle all of that, and more, then you're welcome to come over. Later this evening if you're truly daring, in fact. I'm just planning on taking a nap here soon, but please, do come over if you're that curious to know the real Draco Malfoy. Not even Pansy or Blaise can say they've really met me, and they've known me since I was a babe.