Draco Malfoy lay staring up at the ceiling in his bedroom, against the velvet green covers.
He never really thought of the years before, and how long ago they seemed to be, but thinking back now, they seemed lightyears away.
He sighed, sitting up suddenly, and saw Scorpius standing by the door, a nervous expression on his face as he walked into the room.
"Dad?"
Draco gave his son a small smile and patted the spot on the bed beside him.
Scorpius sat down next to his father and awkwardly looked down at his hands.
"What's wrong?"
"I. . I know I'm only six. . but I wanted to something. ."he sighed, shuffling on the bed, creating a slight crease.
"What do you want to know?"Asked Draco, turning towards his son who looked terrified of what Draco might do when he said it.
". . I want to know who my mother is. ."
Draco wasn't expecting that, at all.
Scorpius was only six years old, and his mother was a prostitute, sleeping around with men if all sorts. But he couldn't say that to his son! What would he think?
"Your mother.."Draco whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"That is a subject for another time,son-"
"But-"
"No.."
"But-"
"NO!"bellowed Draco, anger boiling against the surface.
"AND I WILL HEAR NO MORE OF IT!"he yelled, storming out of the room, and down the steps.
Scorpius' eyes widened with horror at his fathers tone, and burst into tears, running into his room and slamming the door, before curling up in his bedsheets and clutching his pillow.
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