the wrong choice // d.l.m.

one (backstory)

"draco!" lucius screamed, banging his hands on the large, expensive wooden table he was sat at. both narcissa and draco jumped at the sudden impact and loud banging from the much older malfoy.

lucius's dark eyes, filled with anger, threw daggers at the young child who, at only 8 years old, was used to this kind of treatment from his father. "you will respect your mother," he said, his voice still raised and laced with venom, scaring the much younger malfoy.

"do you hear me!" lucius screamed, much louder than before, banging his right hand again on the large dining table the family was sat at for dinner on a late wednesday evening.

"yes father." the young draco gulped out, beginning to slightly shake out of fear and refused to meet his fathers deadly stare. narcissa stayed quiet, staring at the food on her plate that was beginning to grow cold.

draco sat his fork down, losing his appetite, and instead placed his shaking hands in his lap, staring down at them. he heard his father breathe heavily through his nose. "off to your room, now!" lucius said, quieter this time but still with the same level of aggression.

draco didn't say anything, but instead looked to his mother as if giving her a silent cry for help. feeling his gaze, narcissa looked up at her young child and gave a slight smile, hardly recognizable on her sad and tired face. she simply nodded, as if telling draco to go.

draco looked down at his half empty plate, not caring about the food that sat on it. he lightly put his hands on the table and scooted his chair out to stand up, not caring to scoot the chair back in. he didn't say anything and sulked out of the room.

with draco now out of the elegant dining room, lucius pointed to one of the many house elf's that worked in the large manor and snapped his fingers at dracos dinner plate, signaling to the elf to clean up the space. the elf quickly scurried over, not wanting to anger lucius even more than he was already and swiftly made his way to the kitchen, leaving an irritated lucius and a heart broken narcissa.

"he's just a boy, your son in fact," narcissa started, wiping away a singular tear that had slipped from her left eye. she wiped it quickly before continuing, "you should treat him better." she didn't give lucius a chance to say anything, as she quickly stood up and walked away, leaving her husband alone in the room to finish his food quietly by himself.

in his room, draco sighed sadly. sitting at the edge of his large, quilted bed, he felt as though he wanted to cry but he refused to let any tears slip. he had cried one too many times over the abuse his father gave. he was used to it at this point. instead, he climbed into the soft sheets of his bed and cuddled into the warmth that the blankets provided so effortlessly, wishing the warm feeling would come from a hug from his father and not just some stupid duvet.

hoping his mother would come check on him, draco rested his head on one of the many pillows that surrounded him. after waiting what seemed like forever, he realized she wouldn't be coming, and instead decided to drift off to sleep. while laying there and trying to rest, a small tear slipped from his eye even though he had fought so hard to keep it in. the salty droplet ran down his nose and dripped down onto his pillow. minutes later, the youngest malfoy was in a deep sleep, dreaming of happier times.