Originally written for Draco100 on LiveJournal.
Sins Of The Father
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Draco picked his words carefully. "I got it wrong. Very wrong. Partly due to my upbringing, which prioritised the correct selection of forks over more practical skills."
How did one look repentant? Trying a downcast demeanour, he glanced at Hermione. She still had her arms crossed across her chest.
"I promise I've seen the error of my ways." His voice dripped with sincerity.
"Seriously, Draco – what sort of idiot wakes the baby to show it his brand new Firebolt? I'm off to the pub with Harry and Ron, you get him back to sleep. See you!"