Changing Times
There were times Draco Malfoy hated his son.
When he brought home his bushy-haired, half-blood of a girlfriend and looked his father defiantly in the eye, that was the worst.
That was when the fury was so great he could have cheerfully throttled his son and heir.
She was the epitome of her loathsome mother.
But times had changed: To the wizarding world, Potter was practically a demigod, and Weasley and the Mudblood close seconds. To seem anything less than compliant with the arrangement was politically foolish at best, dangerous at worst.
Draco did not forget that his father had languished for years at Azkaban – the Malfoy name had remained under suspicion ever since the so-called Light's victory. He did not have the same luxury of open contempt that his father had had.
There were times Draco hated his son.
He had had to deny his love; his son did not.