Music gives me so much inspiration.
Lucius Malfoy sits by the side of his son's bed, carding his hand through the precious blonde hair. It is unbecoming of a Malfoy to have such affections, and Lucius knows that, he knows it's a true fact, because his father taught him that.
But as he leaned over his son, smoothing the pale forehead with a thumb and as he watched his son writhe from another recent nightmare he knew that it could also be a very, very, very false fact.
If Malfoys did not carry such (dirty, false, untrue, strange) affections, then what did he feel, the too-heavy, too-quick thumping of his heart in his chest, the dry sensation he always carried in his mouth when he watched his son scream and shake and cry, and why would his lap suddenly be occupied by his son? Because his son did not do it, because Lucius had taught him, too, at a young age, that Malfoys did not cry, did not get sick, and most certainly never showed affection to anybody but their betrothed.
Because Lucius did it; Lucius was the one who dragged the boy into his arms and soothed him, running his fingers along his son's spine comfortingly and Lucius would never again do it, but then his son (his pride and joy, the one he would die for, the one he loved) would wake up screaming again and Lucius would be in his son's room decorated with Slytherin tints comforting the sobbing boy again.
Malfoys did not have nightlights; they did not have phobias, and Malfoys were not scared of anything, but when Draco asked (daddy, Draco had called him daddy and it made him so proud to be the father of Draco Malfoy) for a light, to shield away the dark because he had said that light kept the nightmares away, the horrors away, the monsters away, Lucius had obliged because that was what Lucius did at a very young age, but his father did not oblige, he had smacked Lucius and called him a brat.
No, Lucius would never take after his father.
Because despite what all the others believed, Lucius Malfoy loved Draco Malfoy.