The air is suddenly too hot and it's suffocating. The alcohol has worked its way into his head and suddenly, Draco wants to take as many shots as possible until he forgets the ink that will be on his arm forever, courtesy of the Dark Lord. Can he even blame himself? It was really his parents and their blood purity views and their weak minds. They didn't protect their son, never had, even when he was tasked with the impossible; they simply stepped aside, leaving him to the mercy of the cruelest wizard to ever live.