Respect thy Father

Since I can imagine that the majority of the readers will be American, I have taken the time to convert the British pounds (£, monetary unit) into U.S. dollars, so that everyone can get a correct sense of the cost mentioned, etc…

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! If you can't tell by reading any of my stories, I'm totally in love with Draco/ Tom Felton… though I try to stay away from saying both of them together for fear of becoming one of those idiot fan girls who can't distinguish the line between a character in a movie and a real guy… Sorry about that- ranting on about stuff but it's one of my many pet peeves (those girls who make poor Tom sign his autographs 'Tom Felton-Malfoy… grrrr) Since I am complaining, I might as well have a go about Pansy Parkinson from the Harry Potter films, more specifically the Prisoner of Azkaban. I don't know if it's just me but I think that that was the WORST acting I have ever had to suffer through. Her line is, "Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" and that's just what my ears are doing (hurting!). Could it have sounded anymore like reading it right off of a script/cue card? Hasn't she ever heard of inflection? Or is she tone-deaf? If I were Pansy, I would be half crying, with an actual caring expression on my face. Not just blank. Oh my god, she's SO annoying… I would have been a much better actress. One more question would be- who the HELL cast her? Probably someone related to her got her the role, right over the heads of more qualified, more emotion-expression girls, aka ME. Ok, back to some stuff someone might actually care about. Well, I'm also completely obsessed with Audis, BMWs and Mercedes' so if you notice me using them repeatedly, now you know why. So anyway, just before I get any angry emails- I'm slightly blurring the line between Muggle and wizard: this means that wizards get to have some Muggle objects- like cars and electricity because I'd like to make it easier on myself and allow the story/plot to focus on the characters rather than how they get around/ use to see. Drop me an email if you're interested in any of my work. I love to get feedback on what I write so type out what you think and send it off… I know this is a LONG note, but if you actually read this, thanks! Now you know a little about me and my story (-ies) so I hope you enjoy!

Quickie note: Draco is a guy. He also has grown up in a nearly loveless environment so he's totally clueless about love. I don't want to see any complaints about him being thick or anything… he's just naïve.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. None of the spells, book titles or creatures either, and as much I would like to own Draco Malfoy, they are all property of J.K. Rowling.

Summary:

Draco has what he wants. Or does he? Trying to please his father, he runs into situations he'd rather not- and the worst part is now he might be in love…It's not what he was looking for, but he finds out it's what he needed all along.

Rated R for language, adult situations, violence, alcohol/drug use and sex.

Draco Malfoy had always been the rich, spoiled boy. Anything he desired could be his, if he pleased his father or suckered his overprotective mother. He had had a profound respect for his father, since a very young age. He still looks back at one of his first memories, a graphic and startling one, especially to a small child.

When he was about three, he had woken up from his nap with a start. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he wandered down the vast hallways of the Malfoy Manor, until he stopped at his parent's bedroom door. He pushed it open soundlessly; of course powerful Lucius Malfoy couldn't have a squeaky door hinge, and squeezed in the narrow opening. In the bed, his parents were in the act of making love, though he didn't know what it was at the time. All he knew was that his father, who he currently happened to adore, was hurting his mum. He blinked several times, and the first shred of respect for his father rose in his soul-'Father could hurt others to get what he wanted, and it didn't hurt him back'. The respect that flicked to life within tiny Draco wasn't a loving respect, it was bitter cold- a don't mess around respect. And it scared him. He backed up; pushing the door shut behind himself, and ran back to his room.

He also remembered when he was thirteen, and back for summer break from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had had a few growth spurts over the year, both visible and not. One night, though he didn't mean to, he woke up with soiled sheets. He had gotten hell for that one, with such statements like "real men control themselves" and "probably doing something to yourself". His mother had pleaded his case, saying all boys his age had accidents and that he didn't mean to, but he was still heavily punished for it. Lucius had taken him to the duelling hall of their manor, and before Draco had even lifted his wand, his father had performed the Crucio Curse on him, and refused to lift it for a solid ten minutes. Once he had finished, he swept out with a turn of his heel, and left his son, a shivering pile, on the floor. Draco never had anymore erotic dreams.

It was no different now, he was sixteen and coming home for another summer- he loathed other students who came home to happy parents and their own pets. He had always wanted some kind of animal to keep him company, but out of everything he could ever want, his father wouldn't tolerate any creature in his house with the exception of Dobby the house elf and a massive tank of tropical fish. Again, his mother had begged Lucius for him when she saw her son withdrawing from them and growing thinner every break he came home. He was lonely, she knew, but a mother can only do so much with her son. If only he'd have been a daughter, they would be closer than close, telling each other their deepest secrets and darkest desires… But he was born a male. Lucius' territory. If he caught her getting too close to Draco, her son and her would both be punished- her for pushing her feminine ways to him and Draco for allowing it. She sighed as the scarlet steam engine pulled into the station.

Draco, now a tall six foot one, pushed his way through the crowd, shoving a few girls out of the way and threatening a few boys with his wand. Lucius had no change in expression as he saw his son behaving so violently, though she saw the corner of his mouth twitch, meaning Draco would be in trouble later or else it was the beginning of a smile...

"Good day Father. Good day Mother." He said, stopping in front of them and giving his head a slight bow as he said 'father'.

"Good to see you Draco, I missed you!" Narcissa shot a glance at Lucius before she wrapped her slender arms around Draco's broad chest. She'd be punished tonight, but it was worth being able to show some affection to her only child, whom she hadn't seen since last Christmas.

"Son." Draco shook Lucius' hand, staring straight into his father's cold steel eyes with his own.

"Father." He said back, and she could hear the stiff formality in his voice, which had developed a rich baritone sound during his sixth-month absence.

They headed out of platform nine and three-quarters, to the King's Cross parking lot. From his coat pocket, Lucius pulled out a large silver key chain, with a variety of keys jangling merrily. A large black Audi sedan waited in a spot near the doors.

Though normally the Malfoy family would have nothing to do with muggles, a car was necessary due the "damn boy" who couldn't Apparate legally until next April. Also, Lucius had a weakness for anything rich and fancy to reflect his wealth, whether it be a wizard object or not, so in the barn serving as a garage back at the manor sat a Porsche Boxster, a Mercedes-Benz M-Class SUV and a tiny BMW Z4 roadster as well as the Audi A8L they were driving today. Though Draco wasn't supposed to, he often snuck away to the barn and sat for hours with the cars. His favourite was the BMW, but he wouldn't dream of ever asking his father anything about it, let alone to drive it. If he were to ask his mother, she would of course be thrilled he actually wanted to do something, anything, for once, but he would end up getting them both in trouble.

The ignition purred as they climbed in, Draco loading his own trunk into the roomy backseat, and then buckling in next to it. Narcissa sat in the passenger seat, where Lucius occasionally let his hand stray off the steering wheel and onto her thigh. She shifted uncomfortably; she had had a recurring dream for about a year in which Draco had caught them in the act- she had the strangest feeling it wasn't a dream…But she was just being silly. From the backseat, Draco saw his father's little flirting actions and turned his head to stare out the window. If he said anything- 'Christ, Father could just out and fuck Mum right in front of me and there isn't a damn thing I could do about it, except get the shit beaten out of me if I said a word about it…" He let out a melancholy sigh.

They all rode in silence for the rest of the car ride.

Draco sat in a trance-like state, watching the bustling city of London, followed the green countryside pass by in a blur. Before he knew it, he heard the crunch of the gravel in the driveway and the continuous growl of the car engine cease. He swung open the door of the Audi, and pulled his trunk out with him. The heavy wooden double-doors swung open magically with a flick of Narcissa's wand, and they both entered together, while Lucius put the car away.

"Oh Draco, why hadn't you written to me as often as you used to?" Narcissa asked once the door had closed behind them.

"Because it's a childish habit to keep up, and I have better things to do." He answered abruptly and turned to begin his ascent of the sweeping marble staircase to the upper levels.

"Don't you love your mummy anymore?" She enquired, slightly hurt.

He sighed. "Don't do this to me Mother. Of course I love you, but I just think you don't need to act like I'm your little puppet anymore. I'm almost a grown man; why can't you act like it?"

"I'm sorry Draco, but…" She faltered, "You're still my only child, once you grow up, I won't have anyone to baby…"

"Get a pet." He replied coldly, and strode up the stairs, dragging his trunk.

Tears burned in the corners of Narcissa's eyes before she turned and walked through the grand dining hall to the large, gleaming kitchen. Sitting down on a stool from the breakfast bar, she summoned herself a glass and a bottle of wine. Slowly she poured the rich red liquid into the chilled flute and sipped gently at first, taking larger and larger swallows as she nearly finished it off. She was on her second glass when Lucius came in through the heavy French doors leading onto the back pavilion.

"May I join you, love?" He asked sweetly, not noticing the tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

Without waiting for an answer, he sat down and summoned himself a glass too. After downing his glass, he got up and when he returned he carried a small glass platter with two martinis perched on it. He offered it to her and she weighed it gently in her hand before gulping down half. The gin burned her throat; making her want to cough but she resisted and she felt her mind loosen slightly, the sharp pain of Draco's words taken down to a rounded slur. He watched her actions intently, with narrow eyes and a half a cold smile.

"So Narcissa, why have you decided to get drunk so early in the day?" He asked, setting his glass down in favour of having a conversation.

"It's hic Draco…" She tried, her tongue tripping over her words. "He doesn't hic love us…anymore…"

"That boy has never loved me… though that doesn't matter in the slightest. I command respect; what has love ever built? Respect is the fundamental foundation for any relationship in the world… you can build huge towers if you have respect for the laws of weight, gravity…you can't create anything with love, except…" He paused, then said the last word with distaste, "children."

"You forgot hic passion. You can create passion with love." She added.

"Yes. Which reminds me- what the hell were you doing when you hugged the boy at the train station?"

"I wanted the give my child a hug! Hic what's wrong with that?"

"It makes us look weak. And the Malfoys are certainly not weak! You will receive your punishment tonight. Wear the black negligee I like." He got up and left the drunken Narcissa tipped sideways on the stool.

Upstairs, Draco was unpacking his trunk angrily. 'What fucking right do they have to command me to love them? And really- who has enough time to sit down and write a fucking letter to dear old Mummy? I have better things to do, like snog my girlfriend or do homework. I'm sure they'd be on my ass awfully fast if their precious only child's grades slipped…' He carefully slammed a pair of shoes onto the shoe rack running the length of his walk-in closet. Still, he couldn't help feeling a little bad about the way he had treated his mother, after all, this was the first time he'd seen her since December. He decided to go down and apologise once he had finished empting out his trunk.

He padded softly down the stairs, and peered into the dining room. Shadows of human movement played across the wall from the sinking sun, indicating someone was in the kitchen. He quietly walked across the room, jumping slightly when his father came around the corner, headed in the opposite direction, acting as if he hadn't even seen him.

Once he arrived in the kitchen, he saw his mother slumped over the table, leaning precariously on the stool she was seated on. He went over and rested his large hand on her sagging shoulder.

"Mum, are you alright?" He leaned in, but pulled back when he smelled the earthy scent of fermented grapes, mixed with the tang of gin. "Are you drunk?"

"I guess so. But I only had a…martini and two… glasses… of wine…"

"God Mum, you know how you get from alcohol! What in hell possessed you to drink so much at this hour of the day?"

"You…" He stared confusedly at her words. "You…don't love me anymore…"

"I told you that I did! I really do mean it… even if I don't always sound like it."

"Oh Draco…" She sniffed, and pulled him into a hug. "Don't grow up anymore sweetie! You're already taller than your father… why don't you just be my little baby for the rest of your life? Remember the good times we used to have together?"

He attempted to back up, but she was clinging ferociously to his upper arms and back. "Okay Mum, why don't you go lay down for a bit? I'm sure you'll feel better… I'll even make you your favourite dinner…how's that sound?"

Draco had taken a liking to cooking at an early age- since he used to sit in his high chair and watch his mother prepare extravagant dinners for his father; he'd loved the exact art that was food preparation. Lucius hadn't been pleased with the fact that Draco was doing "woman's work" but he couldn't deny that fact that his son had talent, though he never admitted it. It was implied the way he ate slowly, considering each bite carefully and swallowing with an expression of utter satisfaction.

"Fine, help me get up please honey." Narcissa agreed, holding onto her son for support as she slid off the barstool onto her feet. She wobbled for a moment, and then began to make her way out of the kitchen. Draco watched her go before turning to face the task at hand.

He walked to the refrigerator, and began to pull out ingredients for Beef Wellington, along with items to throw together a desert. A few hours later, everything was ready- the meat and vegetables were in the warming oven, and the orange mousse was in the fridge cooling. His father always made them dress appropriately for dinner, so he rushed upstairs and put on his black suit and red tie.

When he came back down to serve the dinner, his father and mother had arrived and were already seated at the huge mahogany dining table. He took note that his mother seemed to have recovered slightly- she had slid into a crème-coloured chiffon gown, and put up her silken blond hair. His father wore his usual black suit, almost identical to Draco's. They both looked up when the heard him.

He carried in the food on a large silver platter, and sat it in front of his father before taking his usual seat on the right of him. Of course Lucius helped himself first, pushing the platter towards Draco next. He nudged it back to his mother; luckily his father didn't notice or he would be in trouble- in his opinion, men should always get what they want, before women get whatever's left. She took her portion and allowed Draco to serve himself before she took a bite. Lucius was halfway through his by the time they began.

After dinner, they family always gathered in a small sitting room- complete with a roaring fire and a heavy wooden desk for Lucius to review the day's dealings. Narcissa busied herself with a large tapestry she was embroidering, Draco read from a gold-edged book taken from the shelves in their vast library and Lucius seated himself behind the desk with a glass of brandy, casually reviewing various papers with numbers written neatly across them. The clock ticked away an hour, then two, before Draco stood up and stretched silently.

"Father, may I be excused to turn in for the night?"

"You may go." He replied sharply. Once he had shut the door, Lucius turned to his wife. "You may also leave, as you need to put on the negligee I requested earlier and ready yourself."

"Yes, dear…" Narcissa put away her tapestry and also left the room. He stayed for a bit longer, reading his papers and smiling greedily.

About ten minutes later, he headed up to his room, where he harshly punished his wife for her 'stupidity', using handcuffs, a whip and his own body.

After being dismissed, Draco went to his room and closed the door behind him upon his arrival. For a few minutes, he poured over some old letters on his desk when a tapping on his window startled him. It was his gorgeous eagle owl, Chevêche, with a letter clamped in her beak. He slid the window open, and allowed the owl to step onto the sill. After he took the letter from her, she immediately flew over to her cage where she stuck her head under her wing once she had perched. He watched her for a second, and then turned his attention to the letter held in his hands.

It was from his friend, Gregory Goyle. From what he gathered, trying to decipher the chicken scratch, there was to be a party at Pansy's (?) but the writing got pretty bad and he wasn't sure he read it correctly. He sighed again, which he seemed to be doing a lot of lately; there was no way his parents would let him go…

Still thinking of the party, he removed his suit, re-hanging it in his closet and pulled off his socks. Now in just his black silk boxers, he slipped between the sheets of his king-sized bed and switched off the light. Rolling over to shield his face from the moonlight pouring in the window, he still mulled the party over in his mind. A sudden thought struck his mind- he could sneak out…all he had to do was fly on his brand-new Firebolt, or he could even take one of the cars …after all, his dear Mum had made him test for his driver's license, paying so that he could get it- even though he was still ten months off from turning seventeen. His father hadn't known about that one… and he suspected his mother knew his desire for the cars parked out in the barn. He smiled for a brief moment before deciding to think it out completely in the morning. Quietly, he fell into a light sleep while a ways down the hallway, his mother cried out in pain as Lucius roughly and sharply entered her.

Everyone was quiet at the breakfast table; Lucius occasionally ruffling the pages of the Daily Prophet, Draco sipping slowly at his coffee and Narcissa grimacing from the soreness of her body as she walked from the stove to the table with her husband's eggs and bacon. After Lucius had finished, he announced his departure and gave his wife a peck on the lips before he apparated to work. Narcissa began to clean up the kitchen, as Draco picked up the newspaper.

"Is something wrong Draco? You seem preoccupied this morning." She asked him.

He paused, considering telling her about her about the party. "Well…no."

"Ok, I'm off then. I have some shopping to do… be good, baby." She kissed his forehead and after summoning her purse, she apparated too.

Draco was alone in the cavernous manor now, and he decided to go out to the barn for a little bit, despite the fact he was still in his bathrobe. On his way out the door he grabbed a key chain full of shiny silver keys.

He crossed the sweeping lawn and unlocked the door. After flicking the florescent lights to life, he considered the facing forward line of black cars; the red Porsche sticking out like a sore thumb. An invisible aura lured him to the petite BMW on the end. His fingers traced the delicate trim along the length of the roadster, before he dropped all of the keys except for the one blazoned with the circular blue and white logo. His hand was drawn closer to the keyhole, eventually shaking as it neared within an inch. Pausing before it, he braced his right hand with the left and pushed the key in. Breathing heavily, he turned his wrist and felt the lock open smoothly beneath his hand. He dropped his arm down enough that his fingers were under the door handle and pulled up. It swung open. He blinked several times, and bent down to get in. The black leather seat cradled his body as he pulled his legs inside and closed the door. Feeling slightly calmer, he again put the key up, only now it was nearing the ignition. It slid in easily as well as turned. A glorious purring told him he had started the car. His foot found the gas pedal and he pushed it down slightly, just to hear the noise it produced; making the purr increase- the car went nowhere. He grasped the knob of the shifter and moved it to 'D', and pressed the pedal again. This time it moved forward, and he turned left to point it towards the open door. Looking down at his legs, he was reminded that he still wasn't dressed. He turned off the car, and upon exiting, he ran to the house like an excited little boy. He tore up the stairs and burst into his room. The robe and his boxers dropped to the floor as he rushed into his bathroom, turning on the shower as he jumped in. Five minutes later, he went back to his room, and slid into some clean clothes. Still in a rush, he tied his shoes, grabbed his wallet and mobile phone, and ran back to the barn. His face was flushed as he hopped back into the car, dialling Vincent Crabbe as he went.

After an answer, Draco excitedly said, "Vince, I'm coming over. I've got my dad's car! Ok, I'm on my way…bye." He hit the button to hang-up and tossed the phone onto the passenger's seat. Again, he turned the key in the ignition and started the car. After shifting into drive, he drove slowly out the barn door, getting out to close it behind himself and to press the small button to make the top go down. A little more than half a minute later, he was driving again, now pulling onto the road. The wind began to blow his glossy blond hair back as the tiny car picked up speed. He smiled a carefree smile as he cruised the narrow country road, feeling free as he headed out the twenty-minute drive to the Crabbe house. With every mile he put between the Malfoy Manor and himself, the better he felt, until he finally pulled into the driveway leading up to his friend's home.

Vince, who had been sitting on the steps to the front door, stood up and his jaw dropped. "When the fuck did you dad get this! That's a damn hot car; no offence but I think it's too cool for him."

"I do to. God, I want this car… my father doesn't need four," Draco announced.

"Four? Four Z4's?" Vince said, incredulously.

"No idiot. Four cars as in the BMW, the Mercedes, the Porsche and the Audi." He corrected.

"I didn't know your dad had any cars except for the Audi… lucky."

"Not really, since I'm not even supposed to look at them." Draco said unenthused.

"So what made him let you take it today?"

"He doesn't know."

Crabbe laughed and slapped Draco a high-five. "So, where are we going?"

"We? Going? I just wanted to show you the car… but…No, I really have to get it back, before Father gets home…"

"Come on! You finally break the rules, and then you don't want to be crazy! Oh, by the way- are you coming to Pansy's party on Saturday? Supposedly, she's gotten the key to her parent's wine cellar and they're out of town for the weekend…It's going to be mad, she invited the entire sixth year class, even the Gryffindors!"

"Damn. It sounds like I really shouldn't miss it… listen, I was thinking of taking the car again to get there, since my father wouldn't let me just go. What do you think?"

"Pick me up on your way!" He said happily.

"If I pick you up, I'll have to pick up Greg too… and the Z4 only has two seats!"

"So let's take the Porsche!"

Draco looked unsure, "How about you drive your own car?" He said pointing to a small Civic parked in the grass.

"But I'd be more fun to drive something not a piece of crap! Anyway, I don't have my real license! I'll I've got is that fake-y from last Christmas… remember? I was never more drunk than I was that night…" He trailed off in a chuckle. "And that hooker is Soho; she didn't want to take no for an answer from Greg…"