What a lie. What hypocrisy, to be lecturing her own son on hurt and guilt when she and the man beside her had never adhered to these lessons when all they ever did was hurt each other, even if it was more him than her. Draco could not have missed such irony, either, for his thumb was stroking the back of her hand as if to soothe a hurt. What shame, to sit there and join hands as if they were a united front and lie through their teeth, and dole out advice like they were the paragons of virtue.