It was a long while before Draco Malfoy spoke up again. "I had a favorite chair, right in our library by the window. It looked out on the gardens. Not especially cushy, but regal."
Harry Potter listened, with odd thoughts running through his mind. He'd never really had anything at his relations house, and if his little cupboard counted, it was certainly not a favorite place because of the view. "Huh. Dunno that I had any place like that... tell me more."
"It's odd, how I can think of not seeing my father again, and feel free." Draco Malfoy said, "but not seeing that chair? I'll miss it. I spent a lot of time there, just dreaming. Just thinking of what I could do, of what I wanted to be."
"A clone of your father?" Harry Potter said acidly, and abruptly wanted to curse himself.
Draco Malfoy, unexpectedly, responded with laughter. "Oh, no, of course not. I suppose I wanted to be someone my father could be proud of, sure... but..." Draco turned somber, "My father spent so much time outside, doing things... I don't really remember much of him. I don't want to be like that, ever." Draco Malfoy looked over at Harry, and said, "My mother tried to teach me that family was important - but, my father didn't believe it was more important than politics."
Harry Potter nodded, unwillingly crediting Uncle Vernon with at least coming back for Dudley's birthday. Wouldn't that have been awful, if he was too busy trying to broker a deal, to even come back for Dudley's birthday party?
So, that was the sort of person Lucius Malfoy was.
[a/n: I know. Favorite chair. But... it says a bit about his life. Leave a review?]