She stood, and crossed her arms over her stomach. "Don't touch me," she said, voice trembling at last. "Not tonight." She didn't say not ever, but right now she couldn't imagine wanting to be touched by him again. "Sorry doesn't mean anything, Lucius. It's an empty word that means nothing."
He could deal with Nott as he would, she didn't want to know about it. She wasn't sorry about any torment Nott had put the boy through. The boy deserved to suffer the way her son would suffer. Oh, Draco. He wouldn't understand this. He was only seven, and already jealous of Regulus.
"We'll tell him together," she said, though she wanted to tell Lucius he was to stay away from Draco. She wouldn't hurt Draco that way. "He'll be hurt and confused, but he deserves both of his parents to be there for him."
She walked to the bed. "Now, you can get out. You can sleep in one of the guest rooms tonight. I don't want to look at you anymore."