Every man has his limits

You are currently 10 years old, it’s your last year getting home schooled by your father since the next year you were expecting to get accepted into hogwarts like every other Malfoy in the family. You looked mostly like your father but had your mother’s button nose. You just like Draco when he was younger have a thick British accent, but he assured you it would wear off and not be that strong as you grew older.

Draco as much as he tried to cover it up wasn’t ready with letting you go next year, he absolutely adored you and was mesmerized by your intelligence being really proud of having you as his own child . He never opened up his feelings to you since he wanted to come off as a “scary? And “strict” dad but in the end, he had feelings too.

It’s a Sunday morning and the weather is just beautiful outside. You're in your kitchen talking to your mother as Draco was sitting on his arm chair reading the daily prophet