"I never said she had nothing to do with me," retorted Draco, rolling his eyes. "Honestly. Is it always black or white with you Gryffindors? But good to know you paid attention. Did he also mention who saved his arse that day?" He wondered. Maybe that was why Potter had returned the favor, kept him out of Azkaban. It surely wasn't because they had been even remotely close to friends. "And of course Potter would hold my son accountable for my aunt's actions. If I did anything with raising a son, I would have raised him to be independent." Or so Draco thought to himself now, at least.
"Surprising that I once wanted to become a professional Quidditch player? But how could I? Everyone knew me, knew my family. Knew what I'd done. Even if I didn't serve time, many still believe I should have. I'm not deaf." Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance.