"She doesn't love you. No Mudblood can ever love. Not like we love you. Like your mother loves you." Draco fought the bile at the back of his throat and the urge not to vomit all over the place. He knew what his father said was pure shite. But it still hit him. Because deep down, he would always question it. Why she would, why she could love him? After everything, he had done. He didn't deserve her.