Epilogue
Draco studied his feet. They were covered in black boots. As always. His father watched him squirm with a disgusted look as if he had just found an old salami sandwich at the bottom of his briefcase. "Well Draco?" he questioned. "I'm sorry, father." he said. "I expect you to look at me when I speak to you." He growled. As Draco looked up he was backhanded by his father's ring hand. "I. . . I'm sorry father." He repeated through the tears. Lucius Malfoy backhanded his only son once again. "What do I always say!" he barked. "M-Malfoy Males Never Cry!" Draco said quickly, or else risk being backhanded again. "You are a huge disappointment Draco! I ask you to make your bloody bed and take a bloody shower and what did you do, Draco?" "I… I… ignored you and left the house in an unacceptable state, and dirtied the Malfoy name?" Draco said, his seven-year-old voice trembling, studying his father's nose. "LOOK INTO MY EYES DRACO!" Draco looked up and was backhanded again with the heavy ring hand. He looked into his father's eyes and swallowed the pain, the anger, the sadness he felt daily.
Yup, just a normal day as 7-year-old Draco Lucius Malfoy.
Well how did you like my story? NOT a one-shot, though if I don't feel like updating it might become one. Flames are not to be left and are not tolerated, Rated M for later rape, possible murder, (more) abuse of a child under 12, (and over 12) implied and written abuse/marital/unmerital rape to Narcissia, crucio curses to Cissy and Draco. Longer chapters promised!