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Father's eyes

Lucius is convinced his son is sneaking about with the pool boy. He's just certain of it.

Of course things like this are bound to happen at some point when you're gorgeous, rich and inclined towards men (Lucius himself included, of course. Although he had had a certain affection for the gardener's son instead, at Draco's age- much to the dismay of his actual lover). He shouldn't be phased at all, really.

However, from a parental perspective, this is most definitely something to be phased about! Especially now, after the war, that Lucius has taken a solid oath that he will be a better father to his only offspring. Ever since he's been rid of the dark fog that the second coming of the Dark Lord had passed over his mind, he's been able to revert to the doting father that he'd been throughout Draco's first ten years in the world.

(Yes! That's a real thing, no matter how much you'd like to argue otherwise, Samantha the Bar Lady! Why else had Draco been so irreparably spoilt and starry eyed toward his beloved Father throughout his childhood following the first disappearance of the Dark Lord? The Evil Man's presence severely clouded his followers' senses of judgement and righteousness, goddamnit!)

The arrival of this newly established Sweet and Mild Father, as Draco liked to call him, had certainly done wonders for the younger's lifestyle. His son had been frightfully skeptical at first at the lack of the now familiar stony lectures about responsibility and The Malfoy Image (capitalized). Increasingly more so had been his skepticism towards the reappearance of their old father-son Quidditch games (although Lucius' joints were creaky with lack of practice and... alright, possibly growing age), as well as the new and wholly unexpected displays of physical affection. Draco had practically jumped out of his skin when Lucius (overwhelmed with fatherly love towards his suddenly very grown up baby boy) had first wrapped him in a warm embrace. He had then proceeded to hold his own father at wandpoint, demanding answers to personal questions and ordering him to wait before him for an hour till "the Polyjuice wears off".

It was incredibly humiliating, but while Lucius was cross about the affair for the rest of the day, it had been more than made up for when Draco had given him petulant, apologetic puppy dog eyes for the duration of his silent treatment.

So now, the New and Improved Mild and Sweet Father weighs his options between the following: being the Cool Father or the Responsible Father. On the one hand, his son (whilst still eating out of his father's palm and joblessly freeloading about his ancestral home) is a 19 year old man, and perfectly capable of making his own decisions.

On the other hand, Draco has been seeing this same pool boy (speculatively speaking) several and frequently repeated times over the course of the month. Lucius does not want to pressure his son into marrying someone of his father's choice, as his own parents had done to him (and oh lord, was that a long story). But he will not- absolutely will not tolerate his son, proud heir to the Malfoy line and fortune, developing lingering feeling for a measly pool boy and thus proceeding to marry him into the family line. How preposterous! And the little twerp wasn't even that attractive!

Thus, with Narcissa currently indisposed and completely unbothered about the situation at the hands of a strawberry mimosa ("Oh, Lucius, darling let the boy a live a little. I'm sure it will turn out to be a fleeting crush and nothing more."), Lucius sits in his study, anxiously toying with a toucan feather quill, waiting for his son to bring his illicit lover to his bed. He could, of course, confront Draco verbally beforehand, but who was to guarantee that would work at all? Or that Draco would even tell him the truth?