The only person Draco had ever actually said aloud that he loved was his mother – Draco had never even told Lucius he loved him. Maybe as a small child he had, Draco supposed, but not that he had any memory of. He wasn’t even sure if he had ever loved his father. Maybe. But not real love; rather the sort of love that was just because he was Draco’s father and you were supposed to love your father. But not anymore.