Are We Really "Just Friends "

Are We Really "Just Friends "

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Ever since I was little, I could remember going to the Malfoy Manor to escape my drunken father. Mother would take me and my twin brother, Tucker, to parties the Malfoy's threw to "Get away" as my mother would call it. Tucker and Draco were best friends, I was always the outcast. Saying I was too 'girly' for them considering they were the 'men' of the family. I just wanted to be included. But when our Hogwarts letters arrived, that was no longer a problem. I could make friends, 'get away', potentially become the golden child of our family. I've hated my father even since I could talk. The stupid muggle had nothing going for him except a cold beer in his hands concstantly. And if he didn't, the whole family would feel his anger. That is, until we got older.
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