Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
They have given up hope. They have given up everything they love except each other. I cannot bear to see it. I love both of them with all of my heart. Seeing them like this is too hard.
I must be the strong one. I must be the one to carry the Malfoy name with what little honor it has left. I have to carry this family because Lucius is broken. He's been that way for a long time. He puts on a good show. But I know he's broken. He acts tough, like nothing matters. But it's a lie. He lives a lie. He's broken more than ever. He's lost his honor. I love him. It hurts. I married a pure-blood Malfoy. A pure-blood Malfoy with honor and pride. But everything is gone.
I don't care not for the Dark Lord. Harry Potter can beat him for all I care. He means nothing to me now. Of course, I keep these thoughts to myself, saying anything these days could lead to trouble. But I know his time will come to an end, or so I hope. He has done terrible things to this family. He will suffer eventually. Karma will come around and get him and he will pay for what he has done for Lucius and Draco.
Draco. The Dark Lord is angry with him since he didn't complete his task. I knew he would not. He is just a boy. He should be doing other things than the Dark Lord's wishes. He's scared. I can tell. I am his mother and a mother can tell these things. He's terrified. The Dark Lord tortures him, using Draco's feelings against him. Each day, Draco is losing more of himself to the Dark Lord's endless cruelty. Draco is being broken as well, and I can't bear to see that either.
The Malfoys, once a proud family has lost its honor, but I will bring it back. One day, the name Malfoy will be said respectfully and people will gaze longingly, like before. They will not sneer or scoff at it like they do now. The Malfoys will have their honor back. Until then, I have to be the strong one.