"You deserve more than what he could ever give you," Draco hissed. "I married you. I gave you a child. Everything that is mine is yours. We could hold the world in our hands if we wanted to. No one else could have given you that. Not even Potter, the Chosen One." He spat out the last two words, as if they were vile. "He was ordained. He was advanced, wasn't he? He survived through so much for so long, but what did he do with his power? His connections? Nothing. He was happy to sit back and let things happen. He could have made himself stronger. He could have made himself into something great. But he was too stupid and lazy to realize that, and he was too weak to protect you—I made sure he knew that before I cut him down."