Draco, my love, I'm going to miss you terribly, his mother had said with delicate tears glossing over her sapphire eyes. His father's were more grey, he had always noticed. Almost lifeless. They matched the washed out cobblestones that wrapped around the side of Malfoy Manor. He could never quite decide who's eyes he had gotten - his mother's or father's. It seemed to vary on a regular basis.