Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling, hence, Harry Potter does not belong to me.

Note: Back from vacation and I'm afraid this chap came out a little bit too OOC... on the bright side because Draco's OOC, he's actually a bit humorous.

Chapter Nine

"Dra - what are you doing?" Blaise spoke, changing what he was going to say once he saw the blond.

"Eating cake." he answered with a mouthful of what he so spoke of.

"Ew."

He swallowed, "It's quite delicious actually."

"No, I was talking about you talking with your mouthful. Could you be any more gross?"

"I could try." he shrugged as he ate another piece.

"Yeah, don't." Blaise said crossly.

"Why are you bugging me anyway, I'm having me time what the fuck do you want?"

"You are so arrogant."

"And you are so bitchy. Now what do you want?"

"You have visitors." Blaise glared. Five seconds later the door opened to reveal a group of Death Eaters and right in dead center, standing tall, was his father.

Draco sighed heavily and put down his fork. This was going to be a while.

Before Draco could say a word, Lucius spoke. "It's been a week since you've been," he paused "Lord," he scoffed "And all you have done is sit around and think of yourself as high and mighty."

"Yeah, I want to kick some muggle butt." spoke a man who's name Draco always forgot.

"You haven't done a single thing you lazy son of a-"

"Is that cake?" Crabbe interrupted Lucius as he saw what was on the desk Draco sat in front of.

Draco glared at Crabbe.

"Ooo, can I overthrow you?" Blaise asked intrigued.

"Shut up Blaise." Draco responded sharply.

"It's a serious question!" he defended.

He stood up. "You want me to do something? You want me to make a rule? Alright then, fine! First rule, you can't overthrow me. Second, if I say jump, you jump." he turned to his father "I don't care that you're my father or how old you are and if you break a hip or something, you jump." he said sharply, clearing that bit up for his father who he'd knew would have protest. "Third, you can't have my bloody cake." he sat back down. "Happy now?"

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Quit being stupid, Draco."

"Are you the boss of me? Hmm, I don't think so!"

"You can't possibly be seri-"

"Fine! I'll make up some chant or song or something that we can all sing along to while we sit around in a circle while sharing our feelings and eating cookies." he said, sarcasm rolling off his tongue.

"I like cookies." Crabbe said.

"Then it's settled, tomorrow we'll do some ritual and set our asses on fire. Great!" he said with fake enthusiasm. "Until then, get out!" they just stared at him, "Merlin help me," he mumbled to himself "OUT!"

Once the group cleared only one person was left. Draco looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to start judging him and rip him to shreds, just like he'd always done.

When he didn't say anything, he asked "What?"

"I don't like the way you're running things Draco Malfoy."

"Yeah? Well then take a number father because I'm sure you're not the only one." he said, getting up.

"Don't take that tone with me! You could be 30 years old and I'd still kick your ass, I'm your father, I'm allowed to do that."

"Isn't that child abuse?"

"If you're thirty it's called kicking-your-butt." Draco sighed. "All I'm saying is that you've got to take this more seriously. You can't just half-arse it, you've got big responsibilities and you can't be a wimp to let a bunch of Death Eaters run a muck on a bunch of low-lives."

"Well I'm not going to be leader of a muck or a place where it's full of people who act like barbarians, but this nice little chat is very much appreciated!" Draco glowered.

"The only mistake Voldemort ever made was choosing you to take his place."

"Oh wouldn't you just love it if I let you play leader. Father, you're just jealous because I'm it and you're not. And no, you can't be like normal fathers and be happy about it, no, you've got to be a bitch about it."

"What have you done to deserve this honor? Nothing, absolutely nothing! I have worked my arse off trying to please Voldemort, being his right hand man, and what do I have to show for it? Shit, that's what. I have worked hard to keep this place what it is and I will not let my own son, my own blood, destroy it."

"Did I ever say I was going to destroy it!" Draco defended.

"I don't care what you did or did not say, don't disappoint me." Lucius said his last words and walked out the door.

Draco sat back down. The words of his father still ringing in his ears.

Was that it? Was that why his father had made such a big deal when he became Lord? Because he had praised Voldemort and been the rightful little servant, obeying every command, only to end up with nothing to show for. He had worked hard only to not receive the grand prize. It amazed Draco, especially that his father had opened up a little and shared, even if it meant Draco having to put two and two together. He was jealous, yes, and angry, not to mention, disappointed.

All of these things his father would never admit to. Lucius Malfoy would never confess to having any such emotions. Things that he believed could only label him as ''weak'', only labeled him as human.

If Draco didn't know Lucius Malfoy better, he may have actually felt sorry for him.

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