Draco ignored Narcissa’s pointed question. "And you think...what, mother? That the person I love is lesser than us, just because of her blood? I thought that too. For most of my life I looked down on Muggleborns. I resented them. I thought they were little better than savages, and that Muggles were just animals. That they should serve us, not live alongside us." It felt good to admit to that, even though it hurt him – knowing that he had believed that up until so fucking recently was frightening. Awful. Abhorrent.