"I am disappointed, Draco." Lucius looked down at the son he sired. Despite his looks, he took after his mother. A wave of pain and grief crashed through him at the thought of his late wife. "You want to take that filthy creature and add it to our pure tree."
"Hermione has accomplishments far greater than I could ever achieve. She is stunningly beautiful and can read you the riot act as sharply as a crack of a whip. She is so cunningly brave and-" Draco paused for a moment as if stealing his resolve. "She's going to bear my son."
Lucius sneered. "And? The child will be a bastard, it will not carry the name Malfoy."
Draco laughed sadly. "You mean to say I will not carry the name Malfoy."
Lucius said nothing, only quirking up his eyebrow challengingly. After a moment of battling wills. He spoke, "this is only mere infatuation, you will pass through this phase only to find yourself in a magically binding marriage to something beneath you, or divorced half as wealthy as you are now paying for a child that could possibly not even be yours. Your mother would not want to see you that way."
"We have been together for the last five years! We live together for Salazar's sake! I mere request Mother's ring so I may do right by the woman I love! That is what my mother would have wanted, not your sick reality of blood supremacy and wars. You're old now, Lucius. I am still very much young. I am the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I work hand in hand with Harry "Doesn't-know-how-to-die" Potter, who, by the way, is head of his own department of aurors, to make the world you fucked up a place I would happily raise my children."
"You are going to regret this. It will only destroy this family's name! Think of all we have to offer a pure blood witch!"
Draco laughed almost hysterically. "You still don't understand! Outside these walls, we have nothing to offer!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet, something his father looked at curiously. He tossed it onto the desk. "Hermione got that for me for our anniversary two years ago. Got my initials on it."
"DCB?" Lucius sneered at the muggle money poking out.
"Draco Cygnus Black, I've long since refused the Malfoy name. I didn't want to be associated with the shame you brought onto the family line. You're too old to sire another heir, let alone find a witch willing."
"You most certainly will have no inheritance."
"You think I need it? Let alone want it? You don't even realize that I have made my own fortune. I did. I made it cleanly. Mother left me her portion of the Black fortune. Hermione and I will restart the House of Black. I just want Mother's ring. I want nothing else to do with you."
Lucius opened a drawer in his desk pulling out the small box and tossing that and his wallet back at him. "You are no son of mine. You have what you want. Now get out."
Draco chuckled humorlessly. "Oh, I didn't mention. I have a daughter. She's three, and fierce." Draco left, knowing that this was the last time he'd deal with the man who fathered him. Hermione's father gave him more than Lucius ever had. He insisted Draco was the son he and his wife could never have. He even calls him Dad.