“Show me the right way.” Draco repeated, keeping his eyes squarely fixed on Amycus as his pulse raced inside. For a moment, Draco wondered if this were really happening of if it were all simply a terrible dream of which he would awake in a pool of sweat and cursing. But this was no dream.
He glared at Amycus, his steel grey eyes cold and doing their best to hide the swirl of emotions rushing inside of him. On the one hand, perhaps what Amycus was saying held some sort of grain of truth. Certainly there had been public enough activity among the Death Eaters that Draco had been uninformed about – and the prideful young man did notice the lack of invitation - even after successfully completing a direct order from the Lestranges. On the other hand, perhaps he hadn’t yet proved himself and this was such a moment. His mind whirled around for a lingering moment before he wrinkled his nose and spoke.
“I do wish to know the right way, as you call it. I’ve nothing more to lose.” He hissed with the tones of rising anger in his voice, and increased resentment and disillusionment. A future with Pansy would mean he’d have to take a stand and in that moment Draco flashed his eyes at Amycus, almost threatening in their sharpness.
“What lesson have I missed, Professor.” His words teetered on sardonic; a part of Draco tired with beating around the proverbial bush and another part of Draco simply grasping for something - anything - that would solidify his place in this world. He was long tired of the solitary middle ground and growing every increasingly wary of the ways of the world though deep down inside, Draco knew he must play his cards carefully.