Sitting here with his father sipping tea and telling him that he didn't regret all the people he killed... It was surreal. Draco could just accept it, it wasn't like his father had ever truly given up his beliefs. He'd just done what mother wanted, and what would benefit him the most. Still, Draco didn't think he could just let that go.
"No, I don't think that's good enough." He put his hands in his lap, twisting his fingers together in an attempt not to clench his fists. "I don't expect you to change overnight, but 'I did what I did and I don't regret it' isn't even close to good enough. I believe you want what's best for Britain, what I don't believe is that what you think is best and what is actually best are the same things. I don't believe that you won't wait for an opportunity to twist things in your favor, even if it hurts other people in the process. And I don't for a second believe that you would put any of us above your desire to be powerful again. So no, father, that isn't going to cut it. You need to do better than that."
He wasn't even sure exactly what he wanted his father to do. Just, something, anything, that showed a hint of remorse. Or a willingness to try harder, be better, or even just accept that the Malfoy's would never be the powerful family they once were and that that was okay. Draco could never truly forgive his father if he couldn't trust him.