Lucius wondered if he was supposed to be impressed by his grandson swanning about, wasting his life as a model. He wasn't. Far from it. However, anything he might have said about it was lost when Scorpius looked over at Draco and Potter and insinuated that there was something romantic going on between them.
"What." It wasn't a question, more of a statement, and Lucius followed Scorpius' gaze across to Draco. "Malfoys aren't gay, and your father is certainly not like that with Potter." He tried to project certainty into his words, but there was a niggling feeling of doubt. Draco had always been too interested in Harry Potter. Lucius had always assumed it was hatred but...what if it wasn't? "What makes you think they're together?"
The snort was unbecoming of a Malfoy, but it was hardly surprising. "Telly. Like the Muggles." Lucius didn't bother to hide the disgust at the idea. "Why would you want to be anything else? You're a Malfoy." That used to mean something.