"And I realise that. Obviously. Or I wouldn’t be here, would I?" Draco was snippy. He just wanted her to bugger off. He didn’t want to have a meaningful heart-to-heart with this woman he didn’t know just because, what? Because she was family? "You can save the motivational lectures for someone who gives a fuck. I appreciate that you no longer despise me, and can apparently be big-hearted enough to be civil, but I neither want nor need to have conversation with you." He glared at Nymphadora and she just stared at him, unmoved. Pressed the heels of her hands into the small of her back and arched it, stretched with a small sound of relief.