"To you? Do that to you, mother? How fucking self-absorbed are you? He didn't do it to you, like he was cheating on you, hurting you – he did it to Pansy, and to Merlin knows how many other Muggles and Muggleborn prisoners. He did it all the fucking time and never once did he "do it to you', he did it to them. Father raping someone is not an offence directed at you, not an injury done to you, you selfish, petty bitch." Narcissa stumbled back into the couch and sat down on it hard, an oomph of breath whooshing out of her as Draco advanced on her. "You are not the victim here, mother."