I believe
His head banged hard on the cold stone, his fathers hand gripping his throat tightly. Nothing would stop his father, not even Voldemort himself. His mind was set, and he'd kill anyone and anything in his path.
Draco struggled to breath, and his father only choked him harder, making every breath more impossible then the one before.
"You're a fool, Draco Malfoy."
He stared at his father, unable to speak, with hate pouring out of his ice blue eyes.
"You could have had it all, the fame, the glory, the money."
Draco never wanted fame. He never wanted glory. He never wanted anything he didn't need. Nothing.
"You were chosen to be Voldemort's right hand man, Draco."
That was something Draco had never wanted to be. He wanted nothing but a peaceful life.
"You're a backstabbing son of a bitch, and now your going to pay."
He didn't care anymore, he just wanted to die. At least he'd die for what he believed in. Unable to speak through his mouth, Draco used his eyes to communicate with his father. "Fuck you," was the basic message.
His fathers hand loosened around his neck, allowing air to enter his lungs. Draco heaved the air in. He looked at his father with eyes full of malice, and spat in his face. Gasping still, he managed to mutter out a few words. "One day you'll die."
Lucuis threw his son harder against the cold cement, "my death is a long time away." His hand clasped harder against the sweaty skin of his son.
Draco felt his mind going fuzzy as he tried to fight back. It didn't matter how strong he was, he wouldn't get out of this alive. His mind went blank as his lungs contrasted for much needed air. Air that wasn't being allowed in.
His eyes went glassy, and he slowly stopped fighting back. He looked once more at his father, his fate was sealed.
Draco found himself in darkness, before a warm white light consumed his entire being.
This was just a little idea that popped into my head. It's not that well written, but the whole idea is pretty good, at least I think so. Review?