Lucius patted his son's back firmly without another word. Draco turned his eyes upwards to his mother who stood, pity filling his features, but all he saw was the love she held for him. Had showered him with for as long as he remembered. His parents were complete opposites in all things but blood purity. Just like Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. But according to his father, that was simply the way the world worked.