my slag of a father
"If you're asking if I ate, yes I did." Harry replied as he made his way into their bedroom to change into something more comfortable, and to hide the small box in his pocket, "Have you already had dinner?"
After a slight pause, Draco answered with unusually detached voice, "Yes. I had dinner with Granger and Weasley."
"You know they're both Weasleys no-" Harry mindlessly replied, but his brain finally caught up to him. He ran out to the living room, not caring that he's just wearing his pants, and nothing else. "Wait, Draco, please, let me explain."
"Who were you with, Harry?" Draco asked in a monotone voice, which ironically terrified Harry even more than his boyfriend's usual explosive reactions. "Lying straight to my face as if I was some ordinary wizard from the streets."
"Lucius..."
"Ah, yes, my slag of a father." Draco tilted his head into a certain direction as his voice trembled, "You always did like them, blonde and pretty."