Draco Malfoy was a prideful boy. He had been bred to be exactly what his father is, and when didn't fit the mold, his father had some, methods, of discipline. He took punishments not only for his faults, but his sister's feisty attitude, and his younger brother's shit-headed habits.
But he'd never admit it to any of them that maybe, just maybe, he had saved their asses one or fifteen times. He covered his affections for his siblings up with condescending remarks and hurtful words.
He relished in the praise of his mother, although deep down he knew some of her words were sweet nothings, a ploy to make him feel better. He couldn't bring himself to care, only basking in the safety of his mom.
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