"I know. We were lucky. Especially because my mum helped Potter in exchange for what he did," Draco told her. If Voldemort had known about that, it would have been instant death for mother, father, and son.
Hmm. Then she hadn't misspoken about these Horcruxes. Draco still had no clue what they were. "Really? I've never heard anybody talk about them. Maybe Dad knew, but he didn't say anything? I dunno."
He saw her eyes fill with tears and again was at a loss about what to do. Draco shifted awkwardly on his chair. "Don't apologize," he told her. Crabbe had tried to kill them in a horrible way. Draco still couldn't believe how far into the Dark Arts his friend had progressed. He stood up and went into the kitchen to fetch a tissue, and handed it to her in an uncommonly kind gesture. What in Salazar is wrong with me? Draco wondered to himself. He didn't like to see girls cry, he supposed.