"Do you believe me to be a fool son?"
Draco, standing before his father solemnly in his dark black dress robes, looks up to meet the elder's cold stare.
"No sir, I-,"
" If you wish for that filthy Mudblood of yours to live, I suggest you continue to listen to my words in silence," Lucius Malfoy hisses into his son's ear before he gazes at him dangerously.
At his words, only a slight shift in Draco's eyes give away the distinction that he is upset. However, Lucius being versed in his son's many mannerisms, is able to see right through the tight and calm facade.
" Of all of the dissapointments that I could have foreseen you causing me, this by far is the worst of all. Not only fraternizing with the enemy, but allowing yourself to become tainted by a person with such dirty blood is inconceivable. The Dark Lord will not be pleased when he learns this new information. Perhaps, we could turn her over to him and-,"
" NO!," Draco shouts, not caring that he cut in the middle of his father's monologue.
" I beg your pardon, did you just interrupt me son?"
"Yes, I did father. Whatever happens, I refuse to allow you to hand her to him,"
" You would defy me in such a manner, over a Mudblood? You insolent little boy,"
A loud crack resounds throughout the room as Lucius's palm meets Draco's cheek. Not expecting retaliation, Draco's father turns away. However, as this occurs, Draco draws his wand, aiming straight for his father's head.
"Obliviate!"