"Okay, Bella, I think that is enough." The older version of Draco spoke. I needed answers! I do not understand. I begin to struggle and try to wiggle out of the grip of his mother, but I can't and I couldn't see her, but I could hear her. I could hear her sniffles and her gasps that she releases every so often. I can not help but feel though she was only doing this because she had to. She did not want to do this. She hated this just as much as I did.