So, whenever she had the chance to think of something other than how she had ruined her son's life before he was even born, she latched on to it. Attempting to decipher Draco's true meaning with the few words he chose the day before became a puzzle her battered mind desired to solve. And remembering how he clung to her hand without letting go was another piece. There had been a few physical touches since their bizarre acquaintance had begun back at the beginning of the year. None like the day before. She didn't understand what he had been trying to do. Was he manipulating her? Trying to make her focus on the wrong details so she didn't catch on to what was really happening?