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Dads Typing…?

Three teenagers. Two chaotic parents. One accidental group chat addition. Draco Malfoy was never supposed to see those messages. Unfortunately, his son has the survival instincts of a kneazle. Now Dad is typing, Mum is making things worse, and the Malfoy children are fighting for their lives. Merlin help the group chat. 💬🐍

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It was a quiet evening at Malfoy Manor. Or at least, it had been quiet for approximately four minutes.

Draco was settled in his favorite armchair by the fireplace, a glass of firewhisky in one hand and a book in the other. His wife was curled up on the sofa nearby, enjoying the rare peace.

Then both of their phones buzzed simultaneously.

And buzzed again. And again. And again.

Draco Malfoy

frowning, setting down his book What in Merlin's name—

picks up his phone, staring at the screen with growing confusion

A group chat. Titled "MALFOY SPAWN + ASSOCIATES." Draco's left eye twitched.

Draco Malfoy

slowly, dangerously calm Darling.

turns the phone toward his wife Why am I in a group chat with our children and at least twelve other teenagers?

As if on cue, a message appeared on the screen.

Unknown Number

lucien WHAT did you do

WHY IS YOUR DAD IN HERE

I'M LEAVING

has left the chat

Draco's jaw tightened. His thumb hovered over the screen, scrolling up through months of messages, and his expression shifted from confusion to horror.

Draco Malfoy

voice dangerously low What— scrolls further —is this?

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