Author's Note: Welcome to my latest bit of last-minute, just-home-from-work speed writing!
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Fanfic Dominoes Challenge. Pairing: Lucius/Lucius
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Like Me
"He looks just like you," Narcissa whispered, settling into the rocking chair.
Even in the darkened nursery it was easy to see the silver-blonde hair on the baby in her arms. His blue eyes were ingrained in my mind; blue like mine, but hopefully due to change with time. There was no doubt he'd inherited the Malfoy nose and hands as well.
He was doomed from the start.
"He's going to break hearts."
I decided I couldn't hear anymore and left her to put the baby to bed alone while I wandered aimlessly through the halls of the manor.
I was a fool. I had been for some time. Perhaps it was obvious to others – I vaguely remembered a few schoolmates trying to tell me as much, but I'd never listened. I was spoiled and gifted; charming and handsome. There was no doubt in my mind that my son would be the same way.
It was the Malfoy way, and it had gotten me into more trouble than I could count.
I hadn't troubled myself with lighting any candles on the way, relying on my memory to lead me through the manor safely. As with all other aspects of my life, I was wrong. I had forgotten the new hall tables Narcissa bought just last week and bumped into one, aggravating a recent leg wound.
Huddled on the floor in the dark, trying to ease the pain of a wound I couldn't explain to my wife, it occurred to me that it would probably be easier for my son if he weren't my son at all. An impossible wish.
The best I could do was try. I would never able to take back the things I'd done or stop myself from doing more harm, but there was no way I was going to let him become like me.