Draco sits at the dinner table, picking at his food. He's still thinking about Hermione and Astoria. He knows that he screwed up. He would go back if he could, but he can't. If he could go back, he would break up with Hermione, or maybe not even get with her in the first place. The truth was, he had no interest in her, but she seemed to be so happy with him that he couldn't bring himself to break up with her. And now he had lost both girls in one day. Draco almost didn't notice Lucius staring at him. "Are you okay, Draco?" He asks. Draco doesn't look up, but only nods. "You haven't eaten, and you're being.. strangely quiet. Is something troubling you?" Again, Draco shakes his head to indicate that he's fine, wishing his father would just stop talking. His parents didn't talk to him much, and Draco knew it was because they were annoyed with the fact that he was 20 and hadn't moved out yet. His father was a very straightforward man. He didn't have to subtly hint at it for Draco to know what he was thinking. That, and the fact that he had outwardly said it. Multiple times. "...What ever happened to your girlfriend, Draco? Are you still seeing her?" He asks. "Which one." Draco mumbles back, without thinking. Lucius almost chokes on the wine he's drinking. "Sorry, could you.. repeat that?" He says, hoping he heard something wrong. "I said which one." Draco repeats. "What.. do you mean? What have you been doing?" Lucius asks confusedly. Draco sighs. "I don't want to talk about it." He responds quietly. "Oh no, now you've said too much. You can't back out." Lucius says impatiently. Draco takes in a deep breath. "Fine. You want to hear about it? That's fine. It's your loss." And for the next ten minutes, Draco explains every little detail about the situation to his parents, who sit there, shocked, occasionally ghasping quietly. When he's done, there's a profound silence. Draco stands up. "I'm off to my room." He says, turning around. "No you're not. Get back here." Lucius says. Draco senses the rising anger in his tone and quickly turns around. "Draco. Did we not raise you to respect women?" Lucius asks, quietly. "I-I did respect her!" Draco stutters. "No, you did not, you little fool. If you wanted Astoria, could you not have broken up with Granger first?" Lucius snarls. "I.. I didn't want to break her heart..." Draco mutters, diverting his gaze to the floor. "And now you have. In a much worse way. And you've lost both of them. Tell me, Draco, are you proud of yourself?" Lucius asks. "...no." Draco responds. "Forgive me for scolding you. It is, of couse, your life. You're 20 now, it's really not my problem. But I did honestly think that we had raised you better. And I'm dissapointed that you would cheat on Granger. She was quite pretty. And she was intelligent. Seriously, what do you see in Astoria?" Lucius says, coldly. "I don't know. And it doesn't matter. Goodbye, father." Draco says, making his way up to his room. Lucius sighs.
