His words and tone would have hurt her more had she not already been devastated and pushed far beyond her breaking point long before this night. As it was, there was very little he could do or say that would crush her now. "I would like you to acknowledge it. Even if we're both unhappy, we have each other to get through it. I am so sick of being left alone, and that seems to be a recurring pattern as of late. I don't care if we don't have a solution yet. I just want you!"
Narcissa ran a shaky hand through her long blond hair and then closed her eyes briefly in an attempt to keep herself composed. "You left us and Draco was made to clean up the mess in your absence. He is just a boy! He couldn't possibly live up to the expectations that were placed on him. The Dark Lord knew that! It was just another punishment for your mistakes!"
She knew she shouldn't have been yelling at him like that. Narcissa rarely, if ever, raised her voice. Even in anger, her tone usually was frozen in ice. In this matter, though, she could not help herself. "I tried so hard to protect him, but it wasn't enough. I thought once his task was fulfilled, the Dark Lord would let Draco go." She shook her head, and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "He's never going to let any of us go, is He?"