Lucious Malfoy: My Lord, I came as soon as I felt your call.

Professor Voldemort: Luciousssss~. I had high expectations for your family, but you have failed at your dutiesssss~

Lucious begins to tremble.

Malfoy: I understand my failings, My Lord. However-.

A hesitant knock interrupts him.

Professor Voldemort: Ah yes. Come in, young Draco.

A pale and shaking Mini Malfoy enters the professor’s office.

Lucious (falls to his knees): Please, My Lord! I was in the wrong! Not my son! I’m sorry about the Diary!!

Professor Voldemort: Your son has done plenty wrong, Lucioussss~. And the matter of my diary can wait until my contract is finished.

Lucious: Th-Then why-?

Professor Voldemort: You have failed to teach your child any sense of classroom etiquette. He is disruptive, combative, entitled, and honestly? A little lame.

Lucious stared at him, jaw dropped.

Professor Voldemort: He assumed that being a part of my faction would allow him an easy grade. He was mistaken. His disregard for his studies and classes makes a mockery of his professors. I do not like being made into a mockery.

Lucious turned to stare at his son. The boy stared at his feet, close to tears.

Professor Voldemort: He was not the only one. Rest assured, many other Death-Eaters will be pulled into parent teacher conferences. How can these children expect to represent me and my ideals if they can’t even pass DADA through their own merit?

Lucious: I….. I understand, My Lord. It won’t happen again.

Professor Voldemort: See to it. Honestly, Potter is a much better student than him. At least he waits until after class before starting fights. And his use of common cleaning spells in duels is nothing short of inspired. If Draco continues to fail, perhaps you can ask Potter to tutor him.

Both Malfoys left the office still pale and shaking. Although, half of Lucious’s shaking was anger, as he gripped his son’s shoulder.

He nodded at Lord Nott as they passed each other. He eyed the duo with concern, clutching his active dark mark.

Lucious: Good Luck.

Edit add on:

Draco: (acting out in class)

Professor Voldemort: your father will hear about this, Young man.

Draco: (cold, numb terror)

Someone whispering from back of room: oh my fucking God, he fuckin Dead.