Draco stood at the edge of the room, deep in thought about what was going to happen today. He never wanted to kill a person, but his sire was a threat to Hermione and his unborn child. There was no way in hell he would trust the ministry doing it's fucking job. They never did. Potter had already got rid of the Weasleys, and Draco would get rid of Lucius. And afterwards? Who knows, maybe Potter and him could find a way to get rid of all the other Death Eaters who still run around. 