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It's crazy what you do for a friend. Go ahead and cry, little girl. Nobody does it like you do. I know how much it matters to you. I know that you got daddy issues.
Daddy issues, by The neighbourhood
Y / n m a l f o y
"You know Y/n, from the second you got sorted into Gryffindor, i knew that you would be a blood traitor."
My father starts, as we're eating at the dining table. I chew on my food slowly, clearly annoyed.
I look over at Draco, who's sitting beside me. He only shakes his head.
"I didn't tell him anything," He says to me via telepathy.
I shrug and huff loudly, slumping down into the chair.
"I don't know what you're talking about, father."
I don't care if i sound bitter or impolite, i'm so sick of this man.
You know, last christmas, my friends asked me what i want. I shrugged it off, saying i don't know, and that they shouldn't bother buying me gifts.
And i really didn't know what i wanted.
But now, i do.
I want a better father.
"Bravo, Y/n Malfoy, bravo. Lying to your own father. Did one of those pathetic Weasleys teach you to do that?" He scoffs, scowling at me.
And i scowl back. Not saying anything, but my face describes my hatred towards him perfectly, i don't even need to say anything.
"I know you've been sending letters to them. I saw your little goodbye chit chat with them at king's cross. Don't think i didn't see you whispering and giggling with Potter as well, and even mudblood Granger."
Mudblood, he says?
I hate that word.
"Don't call her that, father," I stand up for Hermione, even if she's not here, i don't want to be all silent when she gets disrespected. By whoever it is.
"Why would i not? That's all there is to her. She's a filthy little mudblood," He says, loud and clear. Filling up the dining area with his voice, and that cruel word.
"She's a bright and talented young witch. I bet she's smarter than you were at her age. Or better, she's smarter than you are now." I say very proudly, as a smirk creeps up on my lips.
Oh father, two can play the game.
"You little–" He exclaims, standing up from his chair and raising his hand at me.
I don't care if he hits me, it wouldn't make any difference anyway. I know he hates me, it's nothing new.
"Lucius!" My mother stands up, grabbing father's hand to stop him from hitting me. I flash a grateful smile at her as she sits back down, and father does the same as i give him a side-eye.
