Disclaimer: I own nothing of the magical world of Harry Potter, or the amazing songs from Broadway.

Warnings: Be prepared to be very confused. This story will be all over the bloody place. The pairings will change soon… who likes Blaise and Draco?

Current Pairings: HarryGinny, RonHermione

Chapter Three: Like Father, Like Son

Draco glared at his father. Lucius hissed at him.

"You will get the mark! It is your destiny! Your mother-"

"Mother wouldn't want me to get the mark! She believed in the cause against Voldemort. You had the Imperius Curse on her, but a few months ago, she was able to fight it off. She told me everything you'd done to her. Whippings, beatings, and other things that she couldn't even speak of because she was crying so hard! I can't believe I ever looked up to you."

Lucius hissed again.

"Don't come on so cocksure boy, you can't escape your genes

No point in feeling pure boy, your background intervenes

Listen good and listen straight, you're not the master of your fate

To this you must be reconciled, you'll always be your father's child

At times acclaimed, at times reviled

You'll wind up doing just what I've done

Like father, like son!"

Draco growled in response.

"Don't assume your vices get handed down the line

That a parent's blood suffices to condemn the child's design

I've done wrong, I can't deny, but at least I know that I

Shouldn't blame that on my stock, this may come as quite a shock

I'm no chip off any block, I wouldn't wish those words on anyone

Like father, like son!"

"Son you're nervous, take my hand

All is settled,all is planned

You've got the world at your command

I don't think you understand…"

Draco sang again. "I appreciate too well

The squalor at which you excel

it isn't very hard to tell

Evil's a distinctive smell." He took a deep breath. "I desire nothing for this lifestyle, father. The Weasley's, and Ginny, they-"

Lucius cut him off. "You'd rather go with the blood traitors, and the Weasley slag than follow in your father's footsteps?"

"…Yes." Draco's head disappeared from the fire.

Lucius called after him: "You can never hide! We will find you no matter what!" To himself, he sang.

"He's lost all sense of reason, and why?

Some foreign slut

That is the road called treason,

Some doors are slamming shut

Just like me he's found that flesh can excite but will enmesh

Once we rid him of this blight.

Once this harlot's out of sight.

Then I think he'll see the light.

He won't walk back to daddy he will run.

Like father, like son..."

Song: Like Father, Like Son- Aida

Short, I know, but the last chapter was really long.

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