A/N: I took a break from 20 Forbidden things for Draco Malfoy to write this, because... I just felt like it. Its kind of crack-ish, and has a sense of dark humor. I do so enjoy writing one shots! Please review, it makes me happy! Enjoy!
Draco glared into the cold, gray eyes of his father; the eyes that he had inherited.
"Draco, my offspring, I must request that you do as your father says." Lucius commanded, with authority in his voice.
"Father, I must request that this is fucking ridiculous!" Draco said in a voice that was close to a shout.
"You watch your tongue, you ignorant little brat!" Lucius was losing his control.
"Oh, and who exactly raised me to be an 'ignorant little brat'?" Draco asked. There was a flash of anger on Lucius' normally emotionless face.
"You dare disobey me?" Lucius shouted.
"Yes! I do!" Draco shouted back. The tension and hatred in the room grew to a new extreme.
"I must say, Draco, that I am very disappointed in you. And what I am about to do will hurt me more than it will hurt you-"
"-I doubt that very much-"
"Crucio!" Lucius shouted as Draco fell to the floor in pain. The shouts of agony ricocheted off of the dark, stone walls of the Malfoy Manor.
"You will learn to obey me, Draco!" Lucius shouted, with sick satisfaction.
Just then Narcissa rushed into the room, looking horrified.
"Lucius! What is the meaning of this?" She asked with shock on her face.
"The boy must learn!" Lucius said, all the while Draco twitching in fits of convulsions on the stone floor.
"Lucius! Please! Stop!" Narcissa shouted with tears in her eyes. Lucius sighed and lowered his wand. Draco stopped moving altogether as he lay on the cold floor.
"Now what on Earth is going on, boys?" Narcissa asked, with a new sense of authority.
"Our son has deliberately disobeyed me!" Lucius spat out the words.
"And how is that?" She asked.
"He..." Lucius seemed to not want to finish the sentence.
"Lucius Malfoy! You tell me this instant what is going on!" Narcissa scolded. Only she could get away with using such a tone at him.
Lucius hung his head low, ahsamed at himself. He himself had seen nothing wrong with his actions, but he knew Narcissa would, as she prized the child that they had created. He sighed.
"He... He wouldn't teach me how to dougie..."