"Daddy! Daddy! Look what I made you!" a small voice shouted happily. The pitter-patter of small feet sounded down the hallway as a young child scampered down it. He stopped before a large door that was slightly open.
Young Draco pulled the door fully open and walked softly in, grinning like a child in a candy store. Behind his back, he held a piece of paper, fluttering lightly as he shook in excitement.
"Daddy?" he asked a little quieter, looking for his father in the dim room. He could see a figure hunched over in a chair and ran over to it. "Daddy, daddy, I made you a picture! Lookie!"
He began to pull the paper out from behind his back. Before he got very far, Lucius looked up at him, a fiery rage in his eyes.
"Draco, you little shit, what have I told you about disturbing me while I'm in my room?" Lucius asked icily, glaring at his son.
Draco shivered a little. He could see it now. That look in his father's eyes that meant he'd been drinking 'juice' as his mommy always put it. "But, daddy, I just-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Lucius stood up and back-handed Draco across the face. The young boy fell to the ground, holding his cheek in pain, tears already starting to slide down his face. He started to get back up, but Lucius kicked him in the side, causing him to topple over again.
He stayed down this time, but reached for the drawing, which he had dropped in his pain. As he was about to grab it, Lucius slammed his foot down on Draco's hand. Draco cried out, his hand being crushed beneath his father's weight.
Lucius leaned down to his son's level, glaring. "Listen, you little shit. You don't disturb me while I'm in here. EVER. I don't care if the damn house is on fire or your mother is being fucking raped. You stay out of here at all times."
Draco whimpered, averting his gaze from his father, looking at anything else. This just makes Lucius even more furious. He grabs Draco by his hair and forces him to look at him. "You will look at me when I'm talking to you. Is that understood, you little shit?" Lucius spits out, some of it landing on Draco's face.
Draco whimpered again. "Y-yes," he answers feebly, his voice small and full of fear.
Lucius pulled hard at the hair. "Yes, sir," he demanded coldly.
"Y-yes sir," Draco responded. Lucius let go, throwing Draco's head away from him.
"Now get the fuck out of my room and stay out," Lucius said, sending another kick at his son's side before walking off into the shadows.
Whimpering in pain, Draco hurriedly stood and grabbed his drawing, limping out of the room. He shut the door behind him. Placing the picture next to the door, he limped off to his own room.
The drawing fluttered at the slight breeze. A crude, obviously hand-drawn picture of two stick figures shook on the page. One was taller than the other, and they were holding hands. Both were smiling happily in field of grass with the sun shining brightly above them. In the sky, written in barely legible, red crayon was the words, I love you daddy.