She wanted to cry at his cluelessness. Did Draco really think that just because he'd taken a beating that Carrow would respect him? If so, she hadn't raised her son very well.
Narcissa sighed again, this time with resignation. She had meant what she'd said, about supporting him, if this really was what he chose to do. "If you really think it will be different this time around, I wonder if Carrow beat your head to the point where it is more wounded than I know." A bitter laugh fell from her mouth. "I wish you the best, Draco. I do hope you've thought about this, and I will support you… it's just… your father and I had talked about remaining neutral."
"We will continue to remain neutral publicly, of course. It will throw suspicion off of you and us, which will only be an advantage to you. You will do as little as you can to draw attention to yourself as a Death Eater. I hope that this new 'direction' of yours has some chance of succeeding." As she spoke, Narcissa's brain was whirling, trying to figure out how they could all escape from this unscathed. She had hoped to never have to plan such things again, but clearly her son had different ideas. In a way she was proud of him, for following his ideals — it wasn't as if she liked the current state of their government any more than he did — but she didn't want him to know that she was proud.