He half-shrugged, half-nodded at his mother's insistence that he rephrase it. Perhaps he hadn't gotten past the idea of the world revolving around Draco versus Harry Potter. Not that he was ready to give up his vendetta now. Potter had come out on top, and while Draco didn't have plans to take him down in order to land on top himself, he certainly still resented how everything was sunshine and roses for The Boy Who Lived.
She squeezed his shoulder and he smiled softly at her. "I miss him too. I just, I get so angry at the fact that he's gone, and I can't only be angry at them. I don't want to feel that anymore."
He sighed, then shook his head slightly to clear it. "I'll make you proud, Mother. Together, the Malfoy name shall rise again," he smirked.
Yes, he would bring their name from the mud, and he would shine.