Persephone Malfoy
"Now, Draco, tell me what a Omega of high standing class is supposed to represent?" Came the shrill voice of Mrs. Norvikc.
"Modesty, purity, um...and eloquence?" Little six year old Draco squeaked out.
"No you stupid child! Eloquence is the act of persuasive speech, it is modesty, purity, and beauty," Mrs. Norvikc said loudly. Her nostrils flared as she began to rant, "you shall walk with gracefulness and speak softly. Never appear superior to anyone and always dress appropriately, that is the way you shall bring pride to your family name."
"Yes Mrs. Norvikc," Draco said softly.
He didn't like these classes, his father said that they would be fun and help him learn how to be a great Omega, but this didn't seem fun to him.
He had already begun to take lessons for a year and nothing seemed to stick with him long.
"Mrs. Norvikc am I important?" Draco asked quietly.
Mrs. Norvikc seemed to freeze in her ranting and soften. She walked over to Draco and knelt down, "now Draco why would you ever say that?"
Draco sniffed and said, "because it seems as though all I will ever be good at is pleasing others and being under those superior to me."
Mrs. Norvikc stood and told Draco to follow her. Taking her hand they walked to the library and towards the back.
Draco had never been in the library before, he was never allowed. His father said he shouldn't waste his time there considering he was an Omega.
"Draco, look up."
As Draco looked up he was greeted by the sight of a woman, she was beautiful.
She wasn't smiling but had one in her eyes, her posture was phenomenal.
In her hands was the very fan that Draco held in his. She looked down at him and smiled, bowing her head over so slightly in recognition.
Suddenly a voice rang out, "Her name was Persephone Malfoy, she is your grandmother Draco."
Draco turned to see his father behind him, starring at the face of Lucius late mother.
"Hi Daddy!" Draco said with a giggle. Draco raised his arms to be picked up, which Lucius obliged.
"You look just like her my dragon," Lucius said with a rare smile.
Mrs. Norvikc grew stiff and with her head high said, "yes, Draco anytime you ever question yourself on whether or not your important, just remember that you are a Malfoy and you carry a great legacy on your shoulders."
So if Draco, whenever he felt lonely, visited his grandmother to tell her the progress he was making in his etiquette lessons, well no one would stop him.