Alecto shot Amycus a sharp glare before looking down at the boy coughing and sputtering in her grasp. This was not how she would have gone about it. Then again, while Amycus was more into physical violence, Alecto preferred magical violence. A few crucios would have done the trick instead of exerting herself to punch Draco like a pillow.
Pulling her wand out, she carefully levitated Draco. "I'll get him home." At least there his parents could fawn over him and tend to his wounds. Alecto knew she wasn't welcomed there, but the least she could do was make sure her son made it there all right. Wrapping her fingers around his wrist, Alecto turned on her heel and vanished with the boy. The lingering sound of her side-apparating Draco was all that Amycus got from her. She wasn't mad at her brother, she wasn't happy either. She knew he didn't know any better, and in the end she knew this sort of thing would stick with Draco more so than any training she might be able to give him.
A loud crack in the atmosphere announced her arrival on the grounds of the Malfoy Manor. She could feel the wards rumbling over the expansive land, and startling a few peacocks that roamed the grounds. Removing the levitating charm, Alecto placed Draco on the ground unceremoniously. At least in the grass, his parents would be able to find him. Though, a tree caught her glance, and she had to smirk at the idea of placing him up a tree. That would at least give his parents a run for their money searching for their son. Snickering, Alecto shook her head and gave one last glance to the boy.
"See you soon, my dear."
Quickly apparating from the Malfoy grounds, Alecto had to laugh. Despite not agreeing with her brother's actions, it was certainly going to be an interesting story to tell her other proteges.