Draco’s temper snapped and he yanked his father away from the guards. Taking him by the collar, he shoved him up the wall until he was barely on his own feet. He put his face close, speaking in a whisper so the others would barely hear his words, "A reminder,  Father  . I walk free, every day. I get to see the woman I love, every day. Even with your attempts to get her away from me. I am going to give my child so much love, they won’t know anything else. They will never spend time thinking they aren’t enough and Hermione will never question how much I love her. I will never let her think there is anything more important in my life than her and our family, or that I wouldn’t raise Britain to the ground for her safety. You have lost. Your pureblood society does not exist, nor does it belong in our world anymore. This  will  be the last time I ever speak to you." Draco pulled back with a smirk, waiting for the guards to come take hold of Lucius once more. "Better take a nice look out the window in the stairwell,  sir.  It will be the last time you see the outside world for some time." Draco turned around and walked on, followed by Theo and the guards. He assumed a silencing charm had been cast over Lucius, given the lack of response behind him, however, when he briefly turned while opening the door to the lower cells he saw his father watching the floor. It was hard to tell if his posture was a sign of remorse or shock, but Draco couldn’t bring himself to care. He doubted he’d care for the man in any capacity ever again. 