Disclaimers--If I were Jk rowling and these characters belonged to me trust me Cho would have died a long time ago and Sirius would be alive and shagging
A/N ok here's my first and perhaps last attempt at a Draco/Lucius piece. I hope you enjoy it, as I find there are far too little of these(and no I'm talking about the non-con ones...but even then there aren't many of those-- ) So please r and r! Thank you!
It was a stormy day in late July. The rains poured down from the heavens in large, heavy drops. The wind howled loudly, bending all in its path with a great force. 16 year old Draco Malfoy stared out the large window of his spacious room lost in his train of thought. He tapped his fingers lightly against the cold glass window pane as he thought. Thought of his present, past and worried about his future. His father was in Azkaban now and he was scared. Scared his father would die or go insane there. Afraid he wouldn't be able to escape and Draco would never be able to see him again. And he was scared what his mother would do to him now that his father, his protector, couldn't save him from his cold mother.
His mother, Narcissa, was a vain and selfish woman. She had always been jealous of the love Draco had received from his father. The love he lacked to give to her. She failed to realize Lucius had never wanted to marry her, he was(as most pureblood families were) forced into marriage with the second cousin whom he had always despised. She didn't love Lucius anyway...only saw him as a possession. A beautiful possession she just HAD to own. And Draco...Draco took that possession away from her which was a crime not to be forgiven anytime soon by Narcissa. Draco even came up with a name for his mother. Narcissa the Narcissist. He remembered the first time he had come to realize his mother didn't love him.
Flash BAAACCKKK
A 4 year old Draco was playing outside the large mansion he lived in. The day was bright and sunny and his backyard was more like an entire forest, making it the perfect place for a child to play and spread their innocence. Draco was chasing a butterfly, trying to cup it in his hands. The beauty of its full wings entranced him. He accidentally tripped on a rock and fell, scraping his knees. Draco starting sobbing loudly, seeing the blood on his knees. He saw his mother, a young beautiful woman of 22, run over to him and he held his arms up, wanting to be hugged.
He knew his mother never really paid attention to him, but he loved her and figured she reciprocated that love. Both his parents were usually busy, but his mother was the one who was always stayed at home with him. He knew his father had to work all day, but he at least TRIED to spend time with Draco. But Draco didn't mind if his mommy was too busy for him because he thought she loved him. Draco sniffled slightly as his mother neared, his arms still raised, craving the attention he so desperately wanted. But instead of a hug and a few kind and reassuring words, he got a harsh smack on the cheek.
"Stop your crying you little brat!" She hissed. "You're not hurt. All you are is a disgrace to this family! It's time you learned how to be a true Malfoy, and not some little brat! What if someone saw you? One of my friends! That would truly be embarrassing, and I will NOT have that!" Draco cried even harder at the sting he felt in his cheek and the sting from his own mother's harsh words. He cowered as he saw his mother's hand raise up in an attempt to slap the young boy again, but another hand grabbed Narcissa's perfectly manicured hand and twisted it back. She turned around swiftly to see her 23 year old and thoroughly enraged husband staring back at her, his eyes full of despise.
"Lucci. You're home early." She said in a sickeningly sweet and seductive voice. His eyes slit, making them look even more ominous. His grip increased, making her gasp slightly at the force he had her forearm held by.
"Cut the crap Narcissa. Why the FUCK did you just hit our son?" He asked, his voice threatening. She smiled innocently at him, batting her eyelashes which disgusted Lucius even more so.
"It's time he learn how to be a true Malfoy Lucius. And a true Malfoy does not cry over scraped knees. This little brat has been spoiled far long enough and its time it ended." She said in a vain voice. By now Lucius was livid. He pushed her away roughly.
"You ever TOUCH him again without proper consent from me and you will regret it. Even though I cannot get rid of you Narcissa, that doesn't mean I can't make your life hell. And I seem to remember you being far worse than Draco could ever be when you were a child, so don't you dare even THINK you have the right to call our son a brat. " He told her in a threatening voice. Narcissa hmphed and walked back to the house, mumbling how she greatly desired that Draco was never born and how much of a disgrace he was. Lucius sighed and picked up his son, hugging him.
"Don't listen to your mother Draco. Are you alright?" He asked in a caring voice that he had never once used for Narcissa...or really anyone else for that matter. Draco sniffled and nodded, still saddened by his mother's behavior toward him. Lucius kissed him gently on the forehead and set him down.
"If your mother does anything else to you tell me ok? Wait...has she done anything before this?" He asked, immediately concerned. Young Draco shook his head truthfully. His mother who although never lent him a hand of support had never actually raised a hand to him before. Lucius nodded.
"I'm sorry I don't have a lot of time to spend with you my dragon." He said and Draco smiled.
"It's ok daddy!" He said, happy to know his father cared about him and wanted to spend time with him. Lucius picked him up again.
"Let's go get those knees tended to shall we?" He said as he carried Draco into the manor, Draco smiling happily at his father the whole way there. ---end flashback---
That memory had been one of those memories that had both make you sad but make you happy at the same time. Of course that day Draco had learned of his mother's hatred toward him, but he had also been reassured of his father's love for him. He wished more than anything that his father would come home to him. He didn't even deserve to be in Azkaban! He had been helping Snape spy on the dark lord for a long time and the only reason he hadn't gone fully over to the light was because Voldemort didn't just kill betrayers....he kept their families and tortured them. Draco felt guilty about his father being sent to Azkaban because if he hadn't been there, his father could have joined the light and he probably wouldn't have even BEEN in Azkaban in the first place.
Draco's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, loud knocking at his door. He practically fell off his bed at the noise, but soon regained himself.
"Y-yes?" He called, praying it was perhaps a house elf. No such luck though as a high pitched, cruel voice called through.
"You little brat get down here!" his mother shouted to him. Draco sighed and stood, ready to obey the bitch he was forced to call moth--oh wait that's right he was to refer to her as Narcissa from now on. He walked to the door and opened it, only to be backhanded by his mother's perfectly as always groomed hands.
"Don't take so much time next time hear me?" She asked in her almighty voice and Draco nodded.
"Yes..." He said. She glared at him.
"Yes what?" She demanded. He sighed.
"Yes Narcissa." He told her through gritted teeth. Narcissa noticed his hesitation and slapped him upside the head.
"Look you little piece of shit. Your father may have put up with your awful, greedy behavior but I certainly won't." She told him in an indignant voice and Draco had to use all his strength not to snort at the statement of her thinking HE was a greedy and awful. She continued. "I will be out tonight. You will NOT leave your room. If I find out you have, I will see to it personally that the House elves whip you." She told him vehemently. Draco sighed and nodded, knowing it didn't really affect him because he never really felt like leaving his room now a days anyways. Narcissa turned and walked away hastily, slamming Draco's door in his face on the way out.
He sighed and then went to lay down on his bed, picking up a picture of him and his father. The picture was of when Draco had first gone to get his supplies for Hogwarts. He was wearing his new robes and Lucius had been wearing a pair of elegant robes that were a deep shade of red, almost purple looking, with a golden lining made from some of the finest materials. In the picture, Draco was hugging his father tightly, a huge grin spread over his lips and Lucius was smiling his kindest smile, a smile only reserved for his son. Draco's love and respect for his father was almost overwhelming. Sometimes Draco wondered if what he felt for his father was natural...especially when he had those dreams about him....the dreams that woke him up in the middle of the night feeling sticky, ashamed yet satisfied all at once.
"Oh well we Malfoys are anything but normal." Draco said, trying to cheer himself up, but only managing to make himself feel gloomier. He sighed and rubbed the bruise that was beginning to form from his mother's slap. Just one of the many he knew he was going to accumulate over the Summer. He sighed and leaned back, still looking at the picture, a sad smile forming over his lips.
"Wish you were here father...I miss you.." He said to himself before falling into a troubled sleep.
A/N so whatcha think? I got annoyed(well not annoyed...just...tired) of all the fics that portray Lucius as an evil man and Narciassa as the essence of goodness(not that I haven't enjoyed those fics I just wanted something not done a lot) We'll get to the Lucius/Draco-ness in a bit so until then enjoy some angst. and don't forget to review thanks!
A/N ok here's my first and perhaps last attempt at a Draco/Lucius piece. I hope you enjoy it, as I find there are far too little of these(and no I'm talking about the non-con ones...but even then there aren't many of those-- ) So please r and r! Thank you!
It was a stormy day in late July. The rains poured down from the heavens in large, heavy drops. The wind howled loudly, bending all in its path with a great force. 16 year old Draco Malfoy stared out the large window of his spacious room lost in his train of thought. He tapped his fingers lightly against the cold glass window pane as he thought. Thought of his present, past and worried about his future. His father was in Azkaban now and he was scared. Scared his father would die or go insane there. Afraid he wouldn't be able to escape and Draco would never be able to see him again. And he was scared what his mother would do to him now that his father, his protector, couldn't save him from his cold mother.
His mother, Narcissa, was a vain and selfish woman. She had always been jealous of the love Draco had received from his father. The love he lacked to give to her. She failed to realize Lucius had never wanted to marry her, he was(as most pureblood families were) forced into marriage with the second cousin whom he had always despised. She didn't love Lucius anyway...only saw him as a possession. A beautiful possession she just HAD to own. And Draco...Draco took that possession away from her which was a crime not to be forgiven anytime soon by Narcissa. Draco even came up with a name for his mother. Narcissa the Narcissist. He remembered the first time he had come to realize his mother didn't love him.
Flash BAAACCKKK
A 4 year old Draco was playing outside the large mansion he lived in. The day was bright and sunny and his backyard was more like an entire forest, making it the perfect place for a child to play and spread their innocence. Draco was chasing a butterfly, trying to cup it in his hands. The beauty of its full wings entranced him. He accidentally tripped on a rock and fell, scraping his knees. Draco starting sobbing loudly, seeing the blood on his knees. He saw his mother, a young beautiful woman of 22, run over to him and he held his arms up, wanting to be hugged.
He knew his mother never really paid attention to him, but he loved her and figured she reciprocated that love. Both his parents were usually busy, but his mother was the one who was always stayed at home with him. He knew his father had to work all day, but he at least TRIED to spend time with Draco. But Draco didn't mind if his mommy was too busy for him because he thought she loved him. Draco sniffled slightly as his mother neared, his arms still raised, craving the attention he so desperately wanted. But instead of a hug and a few kind and reassuring words, he got a harsh smack on the cheek.
"Stop your crying you little brat!" She hissed. "You're not hurt. All you are is a disgrace to this family! It's time you learned how to be a true Malfoy, and not some little brat! What if someone saw you? One of my friends! That would truly be embarrassing, and I will NOT have that!" Draco cried even harder at the sting he felt in his cheek and the sting from his own mother's harsh words. He cowered as he saw his mother's hand raise up in an attempt to slap the young boy again, but another hand grabbed Narcissa's perfectly manicured hand and twisted it back. She turned around swiftly to see her 23 year old and thoroughly enraged husband staring back at her, his eyes full of despise.
"Lucci. You're home early." She said in a sickeningly sweet and seductive voice. His eyes slit, making them look even more ominous. His grip increased, making her gasp slightly at the force he had her forearm held by.
"Cut the crap Narcissa. Why the FUCK did you just hit our son?" He asked, his voice threatening. She smiled innocently at him, batting her eyelashes which disgusted Lucius even more so.
"It's time he learn how to be a true Malfoy Lucius. And a true Malfoy does not cry over scraped knees. This little brat has been spoiled far long enough and its time it ended." She said in a vain voice. By now Lucius was livid. He pushed her away roughly.
"You ever TOUCH him again without proper consent from me and you will regret it. Even though I cannot get rid of you Narcissa, that doesn't mean I can't make your life hell. And I seem to remember you being far worse than Draco could ever be when you were a child, so don't you dare even THINK you have the right to call our son a brat. " He told her in a threatening voice. Narcissa hmphed and walked back to the house, mumbling how she greatly desired that Draco was never born and how much of a disgrace he was. Lucius sighed and picked up his son, hugging him.
"Don't listen to your mother Draco. Are you alright?" He asked in a caring voice that he had never once used for Narcissa...or really anyone else for that matter. Draco sniffled and nodded, still saddened by his mother's behavior toward him. Lucius kissed him gently on the forehead and set him down.
"If your mother does anything else to you tell me ok? Wait...has she done anything before this?" He asked, immediately concerned. Young Draco shook his head truthfully. His mother who although never lent him a hand of support had never actually raised a hand to him before. Lucius nodded.
"I'm sorry I don't have a lot of time to spend with you my dragon." He said and Draco smiled.
"It's ok daddy!" He said, happy to know his father cared about him and wanted to spend time with him. Lucius picked him up again.
"Let's go get those knees tended to shall we?" He said as he carried Draco into the manor, Draco smiling happily at his father the whole way there. ---end flashback---
That memory had been one of those memories that had both make you sad but make you happy at the same time. Of course that day Draco had learned of his mother's hatred toward him, but he had also been reassured of his father's love for him. He wished more than anything that his father would come home to him. He didn't even deserve to be in Azkaban! He had been helping Snape spy on the dark lord for a long time and the only reason he hadn't gone fully over to the light was because Voldemort didn't just kill betrayers....he kept their families and tortured them. Draco felt guilty about his father being sent to Azkaban because if he hadn't been there, his father could have joined the light and he probably wouldn't have even BEEN in Azkaban in the first place.
Draco's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, loud knocking at his door. He practically fell off his bed at the noise, but soon regained himself.
"Y-yes?" He called, praying it was perhaps a house elf. No such luck though as a high pitched, cruel voice called through.
"You little brat get down here!" his mother shouted to him. Draco sighed and stood, ready to obey the bitch he was forced to call moth--oh wait that's right he was to refer to her as Narcissa from now on. He walked to the door and opened it, only to be backhanded by his mother's perfectly as always groomed hands.
"Don't take so much time next time hear me?" She asked in her almighty voice and Draco nodded.
"Yes..." He said. She glared at him.
"Yes what?" She demanded. He sighed.
"Yes Narcissa." He told her through gritted teeth. Narcissa noticed his hesitation and slapped him upside the head.
"Look you little piece of shit. Your father may have put up with your awful, greedy behavior but I certainly won't." She told him in an indignant voice and Draco had to use all his strength not to snort at the statement of her thinking HE was a greedy and awful. She continued. "I will be out tonight. You will NOT leave your room. If I find out you have, I will see to it personally that the House elves whip you." She told him vehemently. Draco sighed and nodded, knowing it didn't really affect him because he never really felt like leaving his room now a days anyways. Narcissa turned and walked away hastily, slamming Draco's door in his face on the way out.
He sighed and then went to lay down on his bed, picking up a picture of him and his father. The picture was of when Draco had first gone to get his supplies for Hogwarts. He was wearing his new robes and Lucius had been wearing a pair of elegant robes that were a deep shade of red, almost purple looking, with a golden lining made from some of the finest materials. In the picture, Draco was hugging his father tightly, a huge grin spread over his lips and Lucius was smiling his kindest smile, a smile only reserved for his son. Draco's love and respect for his father was almost overwhelming. Sometimes Draco wondered if what he felt for his father was natural...especially when he had those dreams about him....the dreams that woke him up in the middle of the night feeling sticky, ashamed yet satisfied all at once.
"Oh well we Malfoys are anything but normal." Draco said, trying to cheer himself up, but only managing to make himself feel gloomier. He sighed and rubbed the bruise that was beginning to form from his mother's slap. Just one of the many he knew he was going to accumulate over the Summer. He sighed and leaned back, still looking at the picture, a sad smile forming over his lips.
"Wish you were here father...I miss you.." He said to himself before falling into a troubled sleep.
A/N so whatcha think? I got annoyed(well not annoyed...just...tired) of all the fics that portray Lucius as an evil man and Narciassa as the essence of goodness(not that I haven't enjoyed those fics I just wanted something not done a lot) We'll get to the Lucius/Draco-ness in a bit so until then enjoy some angst. and don't forget to review thanks!