Bad Romance

Paternal Issues

HI
I AM SO SORRY LMFAOOOOO
It's been over a month I miss you guys so much 💔
So idk why wattpad wasn't letting me update from my phone but my laptop broke a month ago and I've had school so I've been a little busy I'm sorry babes. I promise I'm not dead you guys were in my head rent free the whole time, I was still reading all your comments.

As a heads up: There's a little itsy bitsy timeline knot later in this story but I mean....it's not that serious. Also I write what it interesting to periodt.

Enjoy babes.

-From Violet's POV-

It was now the end of the summer and my summer camp was finally over. I had just gotten home and my mom didn't even bother to help me carry my bags upstairs; she was just downstairs in what used to be my grandfather's study while a house elf prepared dinner.

After I had finished taking a shower and changing out of my stable clothes, I got into shorts and a t-shirt and headed down for dinner. The dining table we had in the room was small, it was meant for four people but seeing as it was just me and my mother, it felt even smaller.

It was eerily quiet and she didn't even notice that I've had an attitude for the past hour since she picked me up from camp. To get her attention, I dropped my fork loudly on my plate, causing her to pause her cutting her food and look at me. She looked at the fork and then at me. "Violet?"

"Mum." I say back sharply. One of her eyes slightly narrows, as if she's scanning me to see what my deal is, before she takes in a soft breath.

"Is there an issue, Violet?" she asks. I take this opportunity and cross my arms and squint my eyes.

"I dunno, is there?" I snap at her. She looks back at her plate as she softly sighs and sets down her utensils.

"God you act like your father." she mumbles just under her breath, and I barely manage to hear it, but I still caught it.

"Which one?" I snarl out. Her eyes immediately snap back to me and our gaze is now leveled. She breathes and opens her eyes wider again and casually goes back to cutting her steak.

"Draco Malfoy. Your biological father. He was quite the brat at 13." she says firmly and emotionlessly, still slicing away at her steak. My eyes flick at her steak and then back to her, realizing I'm actually getting somewhere. I guess she can read my mind, because without me asking she begins to tell me more, still focusing on her dinner. "He was smart- very, smart, actually. But a lot of people didn't see that because his whining and overall cockiness overshadowed it. But nonetheless, he was good at magic and as much of a smartass as he was, he had a soft spot for me I suppose." she says, her tone dwindling as she goes on. I just watch her with wide eyes as my brain tries to comprehend all this new information. She then turns to me and looks me up and down really quickly. "He was a Slytherin, of course, pureblood, wealthy family, father worked for the ministry, big daddy's boy, all of it. Genetically, you must've inherited his attitude." she says before swallowing and returning her attention to her plate. I feel my gaze slightly shift off as she clears her throat in preparation to speak again. "Genetically, you are a Malfoy. Morally-" she pauses. "Morally, I hope you're not like any three of your parents." she admits. "But I guess, if I had to choose, hopefully your morals align with Draco's." she pauses again, going back to cutting up steak. "Your father and I aren't exactly good role models for morals."

It goes silent for a few minutes, my dinner grows cold as the sound of her softly cutting away at hers fills the room. I finally look back up from my seat, where I am now slouched deep in. "What was dad like? Like, before- everything." I ask her boldly. She pauses her cutting and finishes the bite of food she has before sitting back in her chair and folding her hands over her torso.