But I love your father too. Despite everything he has done, I cannot help but love him. I know you think Lucius a monster and do not understand how I could still feel loyalty to him, or defend him, but – it's different for me, Draco. I still remember as clear as if it was yesterday, the first time he came courting me. He was so shy, beneath the veneer of arrogance, and his hands trembled with nervousness the first time he took mine. He brought me masses of flowers and more jewellery than I could wear, and although never demonstrative in public, in private he was soft and loving and oh so sweetly romantic.