Title:Too Close Too Hate
Paring(s): Implied Draco/Harry, though a Lucius/Draco drabble
Rating: Hard Pg-13
Words: 584
Author: Riceball
A/N: For Kano :)
She wanted a Lucius/Draco fic and I did my best! this fic wasn't beta'd but it went through the spelling ringer and looked over a few times.
Disclaimer: Not mine, all JKR's. I just get plot bunnies.
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Six-teen years.
Six-teen years Draco's been living in Malfoy manor with his seemingly perfect family. Pure-bloods, wealthy, and beautiful to boot. He wouldn't deny it one bit, he was proud of what his family's accomplished and he intended to do what ever it took to keep it maintained.
His father sought to it.
His father.
His father was a piece of work sometimes. His mother, Narcissa, ignored it when Lucius would do things she didn't like. She kept the rumor mill at bay, it was her job, her duity as a Malfoy wife and mother.
Lucius has always kept a sharp eye on him. Making sure he did nothing without his permission. But sometimes his father can't control everything, or so he though, some how without Draco's knowledge - Someone had spied on him with Potter in the dark shadows of a random corridor near the Great Hall during dead of night. When Draco came home during Winter Hols - He came home to a very irate Lucius, he learned to be more careful from now on.
He knew his father cared about him. Maybe a bit too much at times. During Hols he sometimes caught his father glancing at him, making chills run down his spine. He wasn't sure what his father was planning, he was an ex-slytherin, for heavens sake, he should fear for his life. His father knew how to mask his emotions, and well enough to make Draco unawares for as long as Lucius wanted.
Draco hated that. He was nothing like his father in so many ways. But so similar in others. He couldn't deny it, his father was a beautiful man, even for his age in early forties.
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One night while heading to the kitchen to grab a late snack he heard some rustling of robes behind him. It was Lucius. A sudden tingle when down his spine the second time that night, Lucius had that look again, he isn's sure what it means but he just kept what he was doing, deciding to fix some tea instead, knowingly making some for Lucius as well.
"Evening father." Draco tried not to sound rushed or overly-nerved that Lucius was no more then a foot behind him. Seemingly expecting Lucius to not answer or just with a brief nod. Lucius brushed a gloved hand over Draco's shoulder, firmly but not too harsh.
Draco gulped, letting a soft breath release from his lips, he had no idea he was holding. Lucius bent forward slightly, his lips near Draco's ear, which had firmly turned pink from nervousness.
"Draco, I know what you did with Potter. You are being reckless. I won't allow it." As Lucius kept talking his other arm wrapped around Draco's middle, keeping his lithe body close to his own.
"I--" But Draco didn't finish his sentence, as Lucius deciding to do it for him.
"Draco, it won't happen again, got me?" His voice firm and demanding, that's the father that he knew and loved. Another breath left his lips as he nodded absently. His tea luke-warm now, already forgotten.
Lucius brushed his lips against Draco's neck and smirked, Draco practically felt it.
"Good night son." Lucius left without another word, leaving Draco alone with his cold tea and rigid body. He knew he wouldn't leave Potter alone. His father knew that as well. Maybe that's what they both wanted in the end.