If there was any threat that was going to work, that was it. Draco would...well he'd know. Instantly. No matter what she said, he'd know what was wrong with her, what a failure she was, as a mother, as a human being.
How in the world had she let herself slip this far?
Breaking down, she started to cry, and once she had, it was as if she couldn't stop. Her body shook with pain and grief and a sense of utter and unadulterated shame of what she was. A whore. An addict. Someone who couldn't manage her work properly. A mother who made her daughter worry about her. A girlfriend who couldn't even remember to buy tea.