That was laughable. Hugo snorted and poured himself a very large glass of whiskey. "We didn't speak for months. Not till Rose started nagging at us. Not sure if we started talking because we forgave each other or because we wanted to shut her up." Hugo had felt his father's disapproval keenly. He was a lot like his father and being at odds with him for that long had been hard to deal with.
But no matter how much it had sucked, Hugo hadn't regretted it. "You know.. I get that you're a Malfoy. That your family is a certain way and all of that, but I'm a Weasley. The youngest one at that. It wasn't easy for my parents to accept who I was and what I wanted in life. I'm not sure my dad ever will."