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Draco Malfoy didn't know when his parents had drifted apart. When it got to the point of bitter silence and the glares of resentment.
Was it his fault?, he had asked that question a lot and he still didn't know the answer.
He had grown-up hearing from family friends how in love his parents were at the beginning of their marriage.
Maybe, falling out of love happened in every marriage at some point?.
Draco didn't understand how you could stop loving someone, but that his parents had and he was stuck in the middle.
Stuck with a mother who cried herself to sleep; stuck with a father who hauled himself up in his office until he fell asleep on his desk.
Yes, Draco was in the middle of a family falling apart at the seams and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't fix it.
He hated himself because couldn't fix it, he hated father for not caring enough to fix it and he hated his mother for pretending nothing needed fixing.
Draco never told his parents how much their coldness towards each other hurt and they never cared enough to ask.
