Draco swallowed and looked away. It hurt to know that his parents hadn't been in contact. It felt as though the bare threads holding his life apart were snapping one by one. He wished he could believe that either of them cared about him anymore. Oh, his mother would say she still loved him, but she wouldn't look him in the eye. They didn't speak to him or each other, and part of him was longing to blame Lucius for it. Only deep down he knew it was his fault. He'd failed to do as he was ordered, twice. He had forced his mother to kill for him. And now he was impotent. Not exactly the son they could be proud of.
"Where were you?" he said, quietly, after a long pause.