"Just your mother," Lucius sneered. He was back to the wall and looking up at Draco with venom in his darkened eyes. Draco hated how much he saw his own features in his father: his eyes, his hair, the curve of his nose. If his features hadn’t grown out with training, he would think he was looking in a mirror. "Have you any idea how much pain you’re causing her with your bastard child?" The question brough Draco out of his thoughts, his eyes focusing on Lucius’s as he glared upward. "The pain of knowing you’ve ended generations of pureblood traditions by impregnating that little