Draco took the curse with a slight wince. Not the first time he'd been hit with that curse, he could heal up later. As it was he took a step back, pressing a hand against the worst wound, stemming the blood flow. It was Ginny's fight, he'd just be there in case she couldn't go through with it.
And also cheat horribly. He was still a Slytherin.
"Hey, Aunt Bella," even with the injuries his voice carried and that Malfoy smirk was still on his face.
"You know you died in my time. And Voldemort didn't care." He paused to let that sink in.
"And you were killed by her mother."
To die at a Weasley's hand, he knew that would have to hurt his Aunt more than any crucio. And he had one more insult that would cut the deepest.
"Merope Gaunt was a Witch, sure. But Tom Riddle Senior was a Muggle. Voldemort was a half blood."