Draco's throat, already raw and scratchy, threatened to close for a moment and he fought back a rush of unseemly emotions. What did he need? He needed to be a wizard again. He needed both his parents to hold him and tell him it would be all right and they would be a family again. He needed to go back in time and rewrite the last two years. Something.
He shook his head. "I need a drink," he muttered. "And people to stop feeling sorry for me. Otherwise nothing that you can give."