"You’re right mother," Draco sighed. After watching the shutdown of the swot, and hearing of the time in Azkaban, he was feeling resigned. He felt powerless in this moment, knowing that even with access to unlimited resources, he would be fighting a losing battle. After having been to Azkaban while he awaited his trial, he knows that he did not want to go back there. If having to marry a witch of the Ministry’s choosing was the price for avoiding becoming his daddy’s cellmate, then at this point, he would suck it up and do so. 