Stronger.
Draco was sad.
Now that his father was dead he couldn't do anything other than wait.
He knew Dumbledore would try to help, and he was willing to accept the help, to get his revenge.
He would help destroy the Dark Lord.
He wouldn't cry. No matter what, he wasn't weak. His father had raised him to be strong.
"It's ok, Malfoy." Potter said. "You'll be fine."
He said it condescendingly.
"No need to sound like that, Potter… and stop being so gentle. You know I'm not broken, so there's no need to fix me."
He was stronger than anybody.
The end.
Author's note:
I'm not very good at English writing, so I only did this drabble, it's easier for me. I hope it's understandable, otherwise feel free to point out my grammar errors.