Lucius slowly sat up off the ground, in a calm rage. How dare this freak think him worthy of fighting me?!

Lucius calmly stood up and brushed off his dark grey suit in a very posh manner.

"So. It's going to be like that, is it?" Lucius asked Draco with a sneer evident on his face.

Draco started to panic, his hands getting sweaty. His eyes starting darting around trying to find a means of escape, but he was still on the floor from when he had knocked into his father, and his back was up against the counter. He needed to get away, Draco remembered all too well what happened the last time his father got like this...

~~~flashback~~~

"Father please, stop! I'm sorry Father!!! It won't happen again, I promise! Please father! Stop! Father!" A four-year-old Draco screamed from his seat on a wooden chair in the middle of an empty room. His ankles tied to the chair with a piece of stingy rope, his legs not even being long enough to touch the floor, his arms tied behind his back with the same piece of rope.

"I will only stop when you learn your lesson Draco, you know how it is. This certainly isn't your first time getting punished, is it?" The four-year-old's father asked from his spot in the corner of the room, his back against one of the walls, a whip in one hand.

"N-n-no Father... I-its not." Draco stuttered his response.

"And you know what happens when you get punished... Right Draco?" Lucius asked, coming closer to Draco while pulling a flask out of his coat pocket and draining half of it.

"Y-yes Father" Draco said, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Before Lucius could say anything else, Draco let out a shrill scream. "MOTHER!!!! HELP!!! ITS FA-" But his screaming was cut off by a fist to his face.

When his father's hand came into contact with his face, he could feel his nose crack in at least two different places. Draco quickly hung his head to try and protect his face from anymore blows.

His nose was definitely broken and he could tell that by that night he would have two matching black eyes.

"I thought you learned your lesson last time, but I guess not. Must we do it again? Is that what you need? So be it." Lucius said as he went around to untie  Draco's arms and legs from the chair.

When the four-year-old was finally free of his binds, he made a mad dash towards the door, only to be intercepted by his Father.

"Uh-uh-uh little one. There's only one way you are going to get it through your thick skull..." Lucius said as he roughly grabbed the boy and put both hands on his waist, slipping his fingers under Draco's pants waistband. "You know what happens to naughty boys who don't do as their told." Lucius said again, a evil smirk playing on his face.

"No, father, please... Anything but that" Draco said, fear in his voice. He tried to move his father's hands off him but he wasn't having that.

Lucius backhanded Draco across the face, then pulled down the four-year-olds pants. Oh how he loved when he got to punish his son.

Draco tried to get away, but his father was having none of that. Narcissa never wanted to do anything any more, and this boy deserved what was coming to him. After all, he was caught holding hands with that little boy in his class. Maybe the little fag will like it.

Lucius quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his knees. "This will get those ludicrous thoughts out of you." He said before turning Draco around and slamming into him without preparation.

Draco screamed and cried, he could feel blood from where his father had most definitely ripped him.

"Don't you ever think of touching another boy again! Screamed Lucius as he came into his four-year-old son.

~~~end flashback~~~

And to imagine, back then all he had done was hold a friends hand. This time, Father had seen Draco's journal where he had written about all the things he wants to do to Harry, and even a bit about Blaise... This would be a lot worse than last time if Lucius got his hands on Draco.

Lucius leaned towards his son and roughly grabbed his shirt, yanking him up to where his back was arched off the floor.

"What are you going to do ya little faggot? Go cry to mommy? Gonna get your fairy boys to come and beat me up?" Lucius snarls into his son's face.

Draco can't take it anymore, this man wasn't the loving father everyone thought he was. He was an animal... An animal that deserved to be put in his place.

Draco leaned his head back a bit, and quickly slung his head up towards his father, spitting saliva, blood, and even a tooth that had gotten knocked out, into Lucius' face.

Lucius just stared at his son for a moment. "Did you really just have the audacity to do that?!" He screamed, coming out of his stupor and picking up his son higher by his shirt.

"Lucius no! Please, he's our only son! P-please Lucius! Don't hurt him!" Narcissa cried, loosely grabbing onto Lucius' shoulder.

Lucius turned his head towards his wife so fast, Draco could have sworn he got whiplash. "And why in the world should I do that?" Draco's Father said, obviously angered by his wife's intervention.

"I-i... I don't know... Please honey... Do it for me, if you don't hurt him, I'll give you free range in the bedroom..." Narcissa stammered, her voice growing in confidence towards the end.

"And what makes you think I already don't have free range?" Lucius says, while he painfully twists Draco's arm behind his back. This causes Draco to whimper in pain, his arm already in pain from how he landed on it earlier.

Draco's whimpering caused Narcissa to panic. "Please love, I'll do anything... Just let our baby go." At this Lucius' face broke into a smirk.

"Okay baby, fine. I'll let him go." Lucius said. "Just one more thing." Lucius dropped Draco to the floor and continued to repeatedly punch him in the face and chest, and also kicked him in the ribs a good four or five times.

At the sight of her baby getting pummeled, Narcissa fell to her knees and started to cry. This was no longer the man she had married... This was a monster.

Lucius stopped beating on Draco once he noticed his wife weeping on the floor. No matter how much he hated their son, he couldn't stand the sight of his strong powerful wife looking all defeated. He kicked the boy one more time for good measure, and then left him bleeding on the floor.

"When you can move again, get out of this house, get you wretched things and leave the key on the counter. Never step foot back in this house again because I will not show mercy a second time." Lucius said, spitting onto Draco. "You filthy faggot."

Lucius then left the room after helping the weeping Narcissa to her feet, Draco left on the floor to bleed.