Draco lifted a single, elegant brow, wondering if the Minister was for real. His own training was accelerated because of the first bloody war, yet here they were, trainees of a war generation. Draco had gone through more then most in his youth, as the former prodigee of the Death Eaters. He stared solidly at the Minister, then decided to hell with it. If Kingsley wanted him to be honest, Draco wouldn't hold his tongue.
"Forgive me for being brash, Sir, but I highly doubt that whatever you went through as part of your training to become an Auror was anything close to the hell that I've been through as, bluntly put, a trainee Death Eater. Actually, I was more than that, to most of them. I was their bloody future. I was the next generation, the one responsible for bringing up everyone else in the new generation to the Death Eater ranks. I highly doubt, Sir, that Auror training could be as difficult or as gruesome as what I've gone through. I'm not saying this to brag, but to help you realize just what Death Eaters do. Everyone just assumes that they're out to kill and slaughter babies, which is partially true. But they tap into something that Aurors are never taught." Draco fell silent, drawing out his wand slowly and fingering it lightly.
"They tap into pure magic. Aurors, for the most part from what I've been aware of and led to believe, can only touch magic brought forth through their wands and through intensive training. Death Eaters, on the other hand, focus on that raw magic, that uncontrollable magic, and that pure power that we all have. Wands are used, yes, but if you disarm a Death Eater? Chances are, they've mastered enough wandless magic to defend themselves, and attack their opponent, before the opponent can barely do a damn thing to attack again." Draco grinned lightly, glancing back up at Kingsley. "But, I can't say too much, Sir. They'd trace it back to me directly." Just enough to pique the man's interest, then tear it away again.