Make Or Break (ON HOLD)

Chapter 13: Finalities

He looked as though he couldn't decide on whether he wanted to be in awe or disgusted. He decided for the latter. He looked at Draco with hatred written on his face and I realized, that even though they were family... Lucius didn't like Draco at all.

I turned back to Draco as rude thoughts fluttered through my head. He must have read my expression because he silently pleaded for me not to do what I had decided that I was already going to.

I stood up and Lucius turned around. He had a glint in his eye as if seeing a muggle-born standing up and protecting her loved ones was amusing. I hated him even more when he began to smirk at my boldness.

"You are an asshole. There is no reason that you should be hating on Draco. I'm sorry if he's living a perfectly good life and that upsets you but so what. He is your son. You need to stand behind him and support him. You have absolutely no reason to be hating on him." I said.

"Actually I do." I raised an eyebrow waiting to hear this great reason as to why Draco deserves to be hated by his father. Why he deserves to be hit by his father. "You." he stated simply.That caught me off guard. I was shocked at first and couldn't think of anything to say.

"You see. We are a family of Pure-bloods. Everyone in our family is pure-blood. It hasn't been tainted by that and now all of a sudden it will be. Our traditions will be ruined. Everything we believed in will be ruined."

"Actually. Everything you believed in will be ruined. No one else in our long family line believed that muggle-borns weren't meant to be here. They just never fell for them. But they have as much right to be here as we do." Draco said.

Lucius moved forward with his hand raised once again and Draco flinched. I jumped in between them and took the slap to the face. Tears welled up in that eye but I turned foward and refused to let them fall.

"You didn't deserve it." I whispered.

"Pardon me?"

"I said. You didn't deserve it. You seemed like such a nice person before. You loved your family. You loved the muggles. You hated Voldemort. What happened?"

"I may have liked muggles but I assure you that I never approved of them. I hated the fact that we were always together. The only thing I hated more than them was you. I hated you being there with Draco all the time when you were younger because you were a mud-blood. I feared you would ruin him."

"You just proved my point. You didn't deserve it."

"Deserve what?"

"Anything. You didn't deserve your loving wife and children. You didn't deserve the happiness you had. You didn't deserve the position here and you sure as hell didn't deserve to be given a second chance."

"I..."

I cut him off. I wasn't allowing him to finish that sentence.

"You didn't deserve it. You are foul. You aren't worth all the time and effort put into you but then... that's the only reason why you acted out isn't it? The attention. Why else could you be so cruel to your family? Oh that's right because you hated them. I am telling you right now that every second spent on trying to decide your fate. Every second trying to help you. Every single bloody second spent in your presence wasn't worth it. The only good thing that came from you was your children and I am sure as hell glad that they aren't like you."

I glared at him and watched as he fought over many things before anger was the final thing left on his face.

"It's your fault that our family is ruined. It's your fault that things like this happen. Think about it... if there was no such thing as a filthy mud-blood like you... my family never would have split up. I would still be living a happy and normal life with my family. There wouldn't have been a Voldemort. There wouldn't have been a war and you would still be living happily with your parents." he snarled.