"He wanted to cure you?" she asked. "Cure me?  Rid his family of the horrible taint of a magical creature?"  That would have made sense, and the idea of being cured of Draco hurt terribly, but she could see Lucius Malfoy wanting that.  Narcissa might be oddly charmed that old magic had claimed her son, but Lucius had all the pretension of what Pansy had dismissively called an upstart.  She would have hated that, but she would have understood it.  Expected it, even.  She hadn't missed that Draco had kept her away from his father.  She might have forgiven him for hiding that, especially since he'd come back from the time he'd met with his father at the Manor and said he didn't care about finding out any longer.  She would have been angry at him for keeping secrets, but she would have understood that one.