"Yes. Yes, mother. How else do you think I managed to have my lovely little reunion with father? I met him on the battlefield." Draco’s eyes glazed and he remembered, speaking slowly and with increasing venom. "I stared down my wand at him, and I thought about what he did to me, and I still couldn’t fucking curse him." Draco glared at his mother, words beginning to spill harsh and desperate. "I remembered the look on his face when he told me to take your punishment like a Malfoy, before the knife cut my flesh. And I still couldn’t..."