A/N: This fic is a long time coming. I wrote the original something like a year ago, and it got lost. I re-wrote it, and this is the finished version.

Disclaimer: Draco's not mine. I made up Lucius and Draco's middle names. The cute nameless daughter and the mentioned wife are mine...oh, yeah. Pansy's not mine either. Or Lucius. But you don't care about them.

Father of Mine – Songfic

By Hekate101

"I grew up to have my father's looks - my fathers speech patterns - my father's posture - my father's walk - my father's opinions and my mother's contempt for my father."

- Jules Feiffer

Father of mine
Tell me where have you been
You know I just closed my eyes
My whole world disappeared
Father of mine
Take me back to the day
When I was still your golden boy
Back before you went away

He read the letter over again. The paper was thick, watermarked with the Malfoy family crest, and slightly perfumed with some kind of spice. The ink looked expensive, if that was possible, and the calligraphy was fine. It seemed like quite a large expense for the size of the note, but Lucius Malfoy was not known for subtlety.

Dear Draco,

I'm coming for a visit. I know you'll be pleased to hear this, and I am quite anxious to meet my daughter-in-law and granddaughter. I have heard so much about them.

Also, I am incredibly sorry I could not send letters more often, but there are many legal issues concerning my false imprisonment that still need to be sorted out. I have been busy making sure the stains on the Malfoy name are cleared, and that people understand that a proper Malfoy would never do such things as those that I have been previously accused of. I still do not understand how they believed these lies originally, but war can make people believe horrible things.

Expect me on the twentieth,

Lucius Malfoy

Fire burned within Draco.

"She isn't your daughter-in-law. You disowned me, remember?" He spat at the paper. A picture of his beautiful four-year-old appeared in his mind. She was nothing like Lucius. She might have the same silver-blonde hair, and the Malfoy gray-blue eyes, but that innocent child should never even be associated with Draco's father.

Draco was not going to allow Lucius to waltz into his home, and pretend he had always been a loving father. No. Just because Lucius had managed to stay out of Azkaban after Voldemort's defeat did not mean Draco wanted him in his life. They were related by blood, but hate was the only thing they had in common.

I remember the blue skies
Walking the block
I loved it when you held me high
I loved to hear you talk
You would take me to the movie
You would take me to the beach
You would take me to a place inside
That is so hard to reach

Draco had worshipped his father once. He had wanted to grow up and be the man that he saw each night at the dinner table. Draco wanted to be important. He wanted people to know his name, and to step aside in respect as he walked down the street. Those were the days when the family when shopping on Saturdays in Diagon Alley, and sometimes stopped for ice cream at Florean's. When his father bought him his first broomstick, and told Draco not to mention it to Narcissa.

Father of mine
Tell me where did you go
You had the world inside your hand
But you did not seem to know
Father of mine
Tell me what do you see
When you look back at your wasted life
And you don't see me

Those days were mere memories now. He had gone through years of neglect and depression before realizing the truth. It was the summer after his fifth year when Draco had come to his senses. One night, he had gone to his father's study to borrow a book, and had seen his father, slumped in his chair, asleep with bottle of fine Scandinavian cognac. As he skirted past, he had noticed that his father's sleeve was unbuttoned, and that his left forearm was showing.

There, contrasting blatantly with the pale skin, was the Dark Mark. The bright red color was fading, and it looked like blood. It was then that Draco realized what becoming a Death Eater would mean. He would have to torture and kill innocent people. He would have to cause pain to children whose only crime was being born different. He hadn't wanted that for himself then, and he didn't want that for his family and child now.

I was ten years old
Doing all that I could
It wasn't easy for me
To be a scared white boy
In a black neighborhood
Sometimes you would send me a birthday card
With a five dollar bill
I never understood you then
And I guess I never will

The year before he went to Hogwarts, Draco had the first essential element of his change take place. He hadn't thought it important at the time, but could now look back and pinpoint the change. He had gone to the Parkinson's manor to meet his supposed "future wife and friends." Once there he was ushered into the sitting room. Pansy immediately began talking about herself, and Crabbe and Goyle just sat by the refreshment table and ate the entire time. Draco did not enjoy it at all, but he took charge, because it was what his father would have done. He acted pompous and egotistical because he was expected to.

Daddy gave me a name
My dad he gave me a name
Then he walked away
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
My dad gave me a name

His father had shoved ideals and expectations on him, and when Draco was in trouble, had looked at him with this face that said, "You are a disappointment. You disgrace your family. You aren't worth my time." Draco had seen that face many times, and it had taken him a long while to understand that his father would never help him.

Father of mine
Tell me where have you been
I just closed my eyes
And the world disappeared
Father of mine
Tell me how do you sleep
With the children you abandoned
And the wife I saw you beat

The harsh reality had come, like a slap in the face, in his seventh year. He had gotten a letter, similar to the one he was reading now…with a few distinct differences.

Draco,

An acquaintance of mine informed me a few weeks ago that you were, and had been for quite some time, consorting with Gryffindors. Of course I did not believe that a Malfoy would soil the family name in a way such as that and went straight to the source: your good friend Pansy Parkinson.

Imagine my surprise when she informed me that not only were you consorting with this filth, but that you had taken to avoiding and insulting your true allies. I did not enjoy finding this out from third parties, and, to prevent further ruination of the Malfoy name, have decided that acute action is necessary.

From this sixth day of March 1997, consider yourself, Draconais Lucien Malfoy III, disowned by your father, Lucius Syrvaine Malfoy VI. A small sum shall be left in a vault for you to finish your education, per your mother's request, but, since you are legally an orphan, there is no family for you to ask gold from. You are already a legal adult, and you shall be expected to care for yourself.

Lucius Malfoy

From that day forward, Draco had hated Lucius with every fiber of his being. He cursed "the Malfoy name," and, after many technicalities, had taken on his wife's name. It was odd, seeing a new name on letters, but he had gotten used to it.

I will never be safe
I will never be sane
I will always be weird inside
I will always be lame
Now I'm a grown man
With a child of my own
And I swear I'm not going to let her know
All the pain I have known

Draco was the unusual one now. His father had scarred his psyche beyond repair. When trying to purge Lucius from his blood, Draco had realized that "Malfoy" was his entirety. It had been years and years, and finally he was getting better. He had become himself. No longer Draco Malfoy: Amazing Bouncing Ferret. He worked hard to be a good husband and father, and was not going to open his house to the man that had destroyed his life in the first place.

Then he walked away
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
My dad gave me a name
Then he walked away
Daddy gave me a name
Then he walked away
My dad gave me a name
Then he walked away

"Daddy?" He turned to see his four-year-old in the doorway.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

The little girl giggled. "Need a hug." She dashed over and Draco wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. "Okay. You've been hugged. Now let's get you to bed." He hoisted her up and carried her out of the study, toward her bedroom. He would deal with Lucius later. For now he would enjoy life.

A/N: Awww...so sweet. Reviews?