"And?"
A letter was slotted through the bars of his Azkaban cell. He unsteadily got up from the spot on his bed where he had been for days, and with shaking hands picked up the envelope. He spun the envelope around to reveal elegantly written words.
Mr & Mrs Malfoy
Cell 28
Azkaban
The Ocean
He slitted the envelope fastening upwards and pulled out the parchment. He unfolded it and began to read.
Mother and Father,
I hope you are doing well.
Just for your information, I have recently proposed to Hermione Granger.
Yes, her.
I do hope you are able to come to the wedding.
-Draco
Eyes read over the carefully written words on the parchment. His mouth widened towards the conclusion. He suddenly stood up, seized his ink bottle from the table nearby and hurled it violently at his wall. The glass shattered and the ink bespattered against the grey wall. It left inky shards scattered across the cold concrete floor, and a vast splatter of ink. There was a breeze of ice and misery, and he looked over at his prison bars to see a Dementor hovering outside.
"Lucius…" a feeble voice croaked at him.
"Narcissa," he replied with probably more energy than they were used to.
"Please don't bring them over…" she moaned shakily.
He gave her one look and shot out, with pure venom and loathing at the words coming from his mouth, "Did you know our son is marrying the mudblood Granger?" and passed her the letter from Draco.
Narcissa read the quilled words, and gave him a long, hard look of misery and concern and whispered to him:
"And?"