"Not Good Enough"
Disclaimer: Yes. I won the HP universe in a game of poker with JRK.
A/N: I know, I know. I'm an idiot for not posting anything new for so long. All I have to plead is school and exams. =D
"Now you listen and you listen clear: you are not good enough to join the ranks of Lord Voldemort!"
He looked in silence as Draco's head bowed down in disappointment, dejection.
"I'll try harder-"
"Don't! You are not good enough now and you will never be good enough!" When Draco didn't reply, he continued, "I have no idea what I did to deserve a son like you. Go! Go and don't come back."
For his peripheral view, he saw Draco's fist clench.
"Yes, sir."
And then he left.
Lucius slumped down onto his chair, uncharacteristically, with a sigh.
The Malfoys always had a twisted way of expressing their views.
"Father… I've decided to join you and the death eaters in serving the Dark Lord," 16 year old Lucius Malfoy said to his father as they both strutted into the room.
Both father and son looked alike each other. Blond hair that was comb neatly back, pale marble-like complexion and a look of aristocracy imprinted on their faces. One feature stood out the most from the two Malfoy men — their grey, piercing eyes.
Abraxas Malfoy halted in his steps immediately and turned to glare at his son, "What did you just say?"
Lucius was rendered unable to speak. He had always thought that his father might want him to join the Death Eaters, to serve what Abraxas always address as his "Lord". He had thought that his father would have been happy for him to serve Lord Voldemort too. "I…"
"You're not good enough, boy! You are not good enough, do you hear me!" Then Abraxas stormed off, not even giving Lucius a chance to speak.
Lucius Malfoy joined the Death Eaters the next week, determined to prove his father wrong, determined to make his father proud.
It wasn't until today that he finally understood the message that his father was trying to send him. Abraxas wasn't trying to undermine his abilities and his confidence, but rather trying to stop him from joining the Death Eaters.
His eyes fluttered shut and his fingers moved to massage his temples. He hope Draco wouldn't make the same mistake he did.