Only for the rest of my life. Draco thought, and in the same moment he knew that wasn't true. Something would happen, one way or the other. Something had happened, he thought, or it felt as if something had happened, but it was that same dizzyingly doubled feeling he'd had since that night he spoke first with Dumbledore, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried he wouldn't be able to grasp it.
Instead he stared at his father for a few moments and then stood, his heel coming down sudden and hard on the stalk of one vine that was sliding toward his father's feet. "No," he said after it had brokenly retreated, "No, I suppose I won't."