"Not a medal." Draco looked over, meeting Jamie's gaze silently for a moment. "Neither side is entirely innocent. I did things I regret, certainly. I'm certain your father can say the same. I did what I felt I needed to do in order to survive at the time." This was going to be a never ending circle of back and forth and who did what. He sighed, knowing how this conversation went usually.
"I gave it up because of what I had to do. What is it you do, then? Quidditch player, I'm guessing? Another subject I've always wanted to do more with is potion making. I had a skill for it and was even working in a potion shop before being brought here. But, that's beside the point now." He glanced over at Jamie again. "You're not as annoying as your father, I'll say that."