Draco and Teddy"What say you, Draco?" asked Voldemort, and though his voice was quiet, it carried clearly through the catcalls and jeers. "Will you babysit the cubs?"More Like This
The hilarity mounted; Draco Malfoy looked in terror at his father, who was staring down into his own lap, then caught his mother's eye. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, then resumed her own deadpan stare at the opposite wall...
His hands grasped metal so cold he wouldn't have dared stick his tongue to it, lest it freeze immediately into place. Not that Draco had a habit of touching his tongue to metal fences normally. Despite the shame and dishonor and bad reputation his family had continually suffered after the war, he still had his pride. It was barely enough to keep his chin parallel to the ground at times, but he persisted. He had to. What else could he do?
He still had to care for Narcissa and the Manor, and deal with his father's old business associates who seemed convinced that he shared Lucius's views and tactic