"Draco." With a roll of his eyes, Draco turned and moved close enough that he could see Lucius down the corridor. He was standing close to the bars, looking at him through his limp hair. "I will make you regret your choices. If you think I won’t find a way–boy! Listen to me!" The door closed, shutting off the meaningless threats that had followed the small group the rest of the way down the corridor. The only people Lucisu would be seeing for the next 5 years would be the guards bringing his food and cleaning his cell. Not even Narcissa was allowed to visit. Draco had almost caved to her when he’d informed her of the new restrictions, but knowing that she’d played a role in Hermione’s kidnapping fortified his resolve. The last words he’d said to her had been that she should count herself lucky he wasn’t pressing charges. It would take more money than the family vaults had to keep her from ending up right beside her husband.