He looked from the floor to Voldemort.
When his face raised, he swallowed, Voldemort's black eyes went even more snake like.
He thought of what just had taken place, Harry had saved his life, and now he was dead.
He thought of that night when he tried to kill Dumbledore, when he had failed. When he went down the stairs and watched the massive Great Hall window being shattered by Bellatrix. It was so hard to face the Dark Lord after that.
"Come," said his father, his mother's hand was out, trying to make him come.
He walked forward. Voldemort pulled him into a quick hug that had no feeling except dark death. Then he continued on, his mother wrapped her arm around his shoulders, and walked him away from Hogwarts.
He took one last look back, but not to Voldemort, to Hagrid, with Harry in his arms. Then he thought, thank you, Harry.
And he could feel Harry tell him, anytime, Draco.