A/N: Just a quick interlude tonight. Dx
Lucius paused outside the door. He knew Draco wouldn't be pleased if he knew his father was keeping an eye on him, but the desire to ensure that his son was acting in an appropriate manner overrode any worries about propriety. Anyway, it wasn't as if he was spying on a lover's tryst. His son was merely playing with the Mudblood; glutting himself on her body before she was taken away for the Dark revel.
He had known of his son's desire for the Mudblood for years, however hard Draco had tried to keep it hidden under a veneer of disdain, and was well aware of the enmity that had built up between the two of them during their time at school. Broken and in pain from the curses cast upon her by his sister-in-law, the Mudblood's worst nightmare was, Lucius had been sure, to be given to her nemesis as his plaything.
Lucius smiled as he recalled the look of abject horror on the Mudblood's face as he had told Draco she was his, that he was free to do anything he wanted with her . . . anything at all. The cruel smirk that had slowly crossed his son's face told him Draco already had plenty of ideas about what he wanted. No doubt he had fantasised about this moment for years.
He had left them alone for a day, needing to arrange the Death Eaters under his control in readiness for the Dark revel that was to take place in three days' time. This was to be a major celebration for the Dark Lord now that his takeover of the Ministry of Magic was complete and he had successfully captured Harry Potter.
Lucius was a little surprised that the Dark Lord hadn't immediately killed Potter when he had arrived at Malfoy Manor after Bellatrix called him, but for reasons known only to himself had instead insisted that the boy and his blood-traitor friend be incarcerated in the cellar until the night of the Dark revel. It was obvious that he intended to make a grand gesture in front of his faithful followers.
Preparations sorted, Lucius eventually made his way to the east wing corridor where his son's bedroom was located and spied, using one of the many hidden spy-holes that dotted the manor, to see what his son was doing to the Mudblood. He hoped it was something creative and painful.
Lucius felt a little disappointed as he looked through the spy-hole. It appeared Draco and the Mudblood were asleep. At least there was no movement from the bed and no noise. He turned away.
He had been hoping to see some evidence that his son had used well what he had been given. Of course, he was going to use the Mudblood sexually; that was only to be expected after six years of almost daily provocation by the bitch. But he had hoped that Draco's more sadistic side might have made an appearance, too.
If truth be told, Lucius was a little worried about his son's level of devotion to the Dark Lord's cause and his ability to do what had to be done. His failure to kill that meddling Mudblood-loving headmaster Albus Dumbledore had put doubts into everyone's mind, and giving Draco the Mudblood to torture was Lucius' attempt to prove that his son was up to the tasks the Dark Lord would be meting out with his imminent emergence.
Lucius turned away from the wall and walked back down the corridor. He would need to check later that Draco wasn't letting down the Malfoy family name once again with inappropriate behaviour with the Mudblood, and if need be he would have to sever the attachment.