Everyone knew that Draco Malfoy was as nasty and spoiled as any rich poncy brat could be. No one knew that better than Lucius Malfoy though. Lucius had always wanted a son that could get anything he wanted and not care about the devastation left in his path, but even he had not expected Draco to become such a little prat. The boy did what he wanted, said what he wanted, walked all over you, and left you to rot in his shadow without ever lifting a pinky. Draco had simply taken being a bitch to a whole new level that Lucius had previously been unaware of existing.
Lucius began to realize what a monster he was bringing into society when he began receiving letters from his son during Draco's seventh year at Hogwarts. The little brat made it quite clear that he knew he was the only person in the world able to carry on the Malfoy lineage and threatened to disinherit himself if everything didn't go exactly as planned. Lucius had tried defying him and had received an owl within the next hour carrying all the papers withholding a signature for Draco to get rid of the Malfoy name.
He also had to take several hair growth potions. Draco had apparently in his free time taught his eagle owl the perfect way to get what you want, piss off ever living thing in the general vicinity, and disappear without a trace before any living thing had time to retaliate. Lucius had gotten a nice chunk of his hair removed from his head when he had cursed Draco to the ninth level of hell when he received the papers. Upon turning towards the damned owl and firing a rapid killing curse at the creature he had only been met with thin air and a very dead mantel piece. Of course the potion didn't work. For some reason the bloody birds talons had been dipped in a permanent hair removal potion.
Lucius was left cursing Draco as he appreciated and was slightly appalled at his son's use of beauty products as weapons of war.
Lucius had been at war with his son about an arranged marriage for almost a decade. Lucius thought that an arrangement with the Parkinsons would benefit both families and the Parkinson girl while not attractive knew how to act in high society at least. Draco wouldn't have nothing to do with the girl. He ruined any chance of a pure blood high society marriage for the girl by mistakenly mentioning how often the girl changed beds to a few of the more notorious gossip columnist in his spare time.
Lucius knew of his sons treachery. The Parkinson girl was probably an innocent virgin saving herself for marriage like any good pureblood child. Upon sending word to his son that he would not be swayed by Draco's childish lies, he had received an early issue of the French gossip rag featuring his wife and several of her so called concubines as a front page editorial.
Lucius would not be beat and had threatened to rip the newspaper apart financially by the end of the week if they did not destroy any already printed papers. The head of the company had apologized profusely for the mishap. Lucius sent a letter to his son explaining the matter of an arranged marriage to be unarguable. Draco would marry the Parkinson girl or the only inheritance he would receive would be in the eyes of the public. Lucius knew Draco would concede when being faced with the lose of an enormous amount of money.
The next day anyone who read the English wizard gossip column in the Russian Wizard Weekly got the juicy story of Lucius Malfoy and his male lover complete with moving photography. After Lucius loudly and very publicly got an apology from the editor for printing lies, he ripped the newspaper apart financially by the end of the week.
He then had that French gossip rag confirm the story about the Parkinson girl being a slut and gave an interview about how his son and the girls arranged marriage would be dissolved immediately.
Lucius could practically hear his bratty offspring gloating every waking moment before realizing that Draco had probably cursed the parchment of his thank you letter with one of those hideous gloating charms the brat had probably created just to spite him.
By the time his bratty offspring graduated at the top of his class at Hogwarts, Lucius had become accustomed to nodding yes and smiling like a proud father to anything and everything Draco said. He even congratulated him around all the other parents about his spectacular speech that had clearly defined how the world should bow before him in words that left pretty much all of the audience in bewildered confusion. He merely hummed in agreement when Draco hauntingly displayed his need not to shake the Minister of Magic's hand because there was no telling where it had been in order for the Minister to earn his current position .
He watched as his son seemed to disappear into thing air before anyone realized that he had insulted one of the most important men in the wizarding world. All the reports got was that the Minister had gotten increasingly frustrated at an Hogwarts Graduated and had screamed of how he had most certainly not used sexual favors to earn his position at the ministry. Lucius was sure the gossip columns would have moving pictures tomorrow morning.
Lucius wished fondly for the endearing child Draco had been when he was young.
Like when he was only but a year old and therefore could not speak.
Yes, while everyone else in the world knew Draco as a poncy git who was all talk and no action. Lucius Malfoy knew best that by the time Draco got through talking one was probably already in debt with wizards from the opposing side of which ever side of the war Draco favored that morning out for your blood. Draco was all talk and no action because as Draco will tell you, he "is above such common mortal doings such as brawling or heaven forbid a wizard duel." Lucius just thought the little piss ant didn't want to damage his perfect complexion or his latest manicure.