Draco’s heart sank for a moment as he listened to Theodore’s theories. Personalizing them for a moment, he envisioned Pansy at the mercy of their wicked ways should he fail…and in a flash as quickly as the thought came, Draco blinked away the end of that thought.
“It certainly isn’t a safe route.” Draco stated coolly as his mind wandered to his own mother and father. How much had his mum known of what his father did? To what extent, if she had known? These were questions Draco couldn’t answer and were certainly not table talk in the Malfoy home. No, this was something they would have to face together, he and Theodore, in respects to their own girlfriends for lack of a better term.
“Best then,” He started as his eyes moved from the drink in his hand to Theodore, “I’d think to say as little as necessary.” His words ended on a slight hiss, as if to suggest he were having similar questions in his own mind.