Number one: Hugging my father
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I'm no Potter. Malfoys don't hug. We don't kiss. We don't say we love each other every times we talk. We are not a warmhearted bunch. We can be cold and aloof, but that doesn't mean that we are heartless bastard.
I love my father. Really, I do. I just never show it in public, nor do I in private either, and it is the same for him. It's an understanding we have, an understanding I am about to break, and it make me nervous somehow.
But when I tightened my arms around him, it feels right.
"Love you, dad"
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