Pride

"Is it too much to ask for you to make me proud for once?" Lucius stared down at his only son, his grey eyes piercing the boy. He watched as Draco processed the words.

"To make you…proud for…once," Draco repeated dully, each word stabbing him with a knife in an open wound.

"That is whatI just said," Lucius snarled. Draco blinked.

"I…after everything, I have never made you…proud to be my father?"

"What is there to be proud of?"

Lucius was a man of limits. He knew where the lines were, what lines existed. He knew when to cross them and when to stay away. Lucius prided himself on this. Take his son, Draco, for example. Sure, he beat the kid down, but he never brought his son to thinking so lowly of himself that he couldn't pick his spirit back up. At least, he had never noticed if he had.

"Now go, there is nothing for me here," Lucius dismissed, waving his hand towards the door.

He watched his son's retreating back. Lucius was a man of limits. He knew where the lines were, what lines existed. He thought he knew when to cross them and when to stay away. He realized now, though, that some lines should never be drawn in the first place. Such as how much verbal abuse Draco could take.

Maybe this time he really had gone too far.

A little one-shot I found hanging around in my files. I know I said that I wouldn't update for a while but I just wanted to ask you readers if you think I should think about developing this into a story about the father-son relationship of Draco and Lucius, not slash.

Let me know!

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