Draco lowered his head slightly and swallowed before he glanced back at his mum and sighed.
“Alright,” he started slowly, “I did go to the pub and I was cornered.” He mentioned in his own defense. “It was,” he hesitated as if considering whether he ought say the name or not, “Amycus Carrow.” He hung for a moment on the name, letting the air get heavy with the implication. “I,” Draco hesitated now, “He said,” Draco took another sip of the potion to break up his thoughts and clear his mind. “it was time to learn a lesson.” His words were softer now, though filled with an odd sense of pride that permeated through the blood and pain as if the idea were growing inside Draco that it might have been worth it.