Draco mumured acknowledgemnt of his mother's instructions and slowly took the potion, swallowing as much as he could but still, his jaw was stiff and his lips bloody and swollen and still, some of the potion spilled down the sides of his mouth. Again, the warm numbing feeling washed over him and Draco was able to take a slow, slighty deeper breath inwards and tilted his head just the littlest bit in order to gaze with his one barely open eye at his mother.
The potion also aided his ability to remain conscious and Draco's mind struggled to make sense of what had happened. He knew however, that hiding what he did remember from his mother wasn't going to be an option and regardless of how angry he suspected she'd be of him, he was ever so grateful to Merlin, and, oddly, Alecto Carrow, for not leaving him in the dingy alleyway. There was loads on his mind and his brow furrowed a bit as he licked his swollen, bloody lips, tasting the metallic flavour of his own blood. He was safe now - at least for the time being - and reached up to touch his mother's arm with his hand, the only way he could at the moment, let her know that he loved her.