"Her hand was forced more than once." Now they were hitting too close to home although Draco had to admit he had more choices than Lea ever did. He made his own bed. No one beat him or used people he loved against him...well, not until he stupidly accepted a ridiculous offer. He could have gone elsewhere.
Hindsight. It was going to do him in if he let it. "I have all these pages of writing to so many different people, but..." He hid his face by burying it in the ice-box. He pushed things around longer than necessary. "They don't always understand. They don't know the expectations." He sent some ingredients flying to the table. "Pick whatever you like. I only put things out that I can make." He frowned when he realized something. "Do you know how to cook? I should probably know this...sorry." Of course, he once wondered if he and Crabbe knew how to read so...damn, he really was hideous to people in his life.