"Yes. He’s my father." He cut her off, eyes rolling and he faced the liquor bottles yet again. He was always compared to  him. "If you’re Lucious Malfoy’s son, then why aren’t you as successful and rich as your father?’ It was a question he’d heard too many times, asked in various ways by old wizards that had spent their lives working towards success, something that would secure their financial life and their reputation. Draco’s reputation, unfortunately, was nonexistent, much to his fathers dismay. 