He could be kind, when he wanted to be. A few days after Lucio had been born he had summoned all his followers for a feast and presented them both proudly, one in each arm. Hermione had been resentful, fighting back tears of anger, but when Draco had bid her sit down with the babe in her arms in his seat before the congregation, like a Madonna with child, and everyone had rushed into a queue to press a kiss to her toes, as they normally did for Draco, and then gaze more closely at the infant and add him into their Vow of loyalty to Draco and Hermione.