Crabbe ignored him, "Do you think, when the Dark Lord finally comes to power, he’ll kill Potter quickly, or make him suffer first?" Draco shuddered with fury, "Make an example of him? I hope he makes him suffer. Quick is no fun. Do you reckon, if I handed him you, he’d give me Potter for a few hours as a reward?" Draco could hear his blood whooshing in his ears. He had lived in a house controlled by the Dark Lord before. He knew exactly the kind of "reward’ Crabbe would receive. He’d heard the screams, and he heard them still sometimes in his nightmares. It made him feel sick, and made his rage turn cold and deadly in his chest; Crabbe licked his lips, a nasty eager look on his face, "Don’t worry though - I won’t mess up his pretty face next time. There are other ways I can make him scream, you see -,"