Narcissa went to talk with Kippy in a hushed voice. He managed to make it to his bedroom and into the shower. Theo and Luna were bent over Hermione’s small form in the center of the bed. He couldn’t look for long. It’d been his fault she was hurt again. His family and their stupid purity had nearly killed her once again. He was so angry she’d used the curse. His father wasn’t a strong duelist. Draco could have overpowered him by physical force alone, he was just waiting for the knife to move away from Hermione’s major artery. He didn’t think his father would have actually killed his mother. She served as a nice bargaining chip for Lucius when he needed to get Draco in line.