"Act like a Malfoy, boy," his father says harshly as he looms over Draco, his voice seeming to come from everywhere at once, beating disgust and disappointment into Draco's head. He feels a curling of shame in his gut, making him feel sick and small, like a beaten dog. He only ever wanted his father to be proud of him, he thinks pathetically, and a sob shivers out of him despite his efforts to hold it back. He is ashamed and he is scared, and there is no room for anger, just a wrenching, shaking horror.