Nothing belongs to me.

LII: Corner

"Now, Draco."

Father's voice was quiet, but he still managed to catch every word.

Draco didn't like having to sit in this corner while Father talked, but Mother said it was for the best.

He gulped. "Y-Yes, Father?"

He smirked, his lips twisting into that malevolent smile. "Tell me," Father drawled, "about the Weasleys."

Draco took a deep breath, hoping he wouldn't forget anything this time, and recited, "The Weasleys are a pathetic excuse for a pureblooded family. They are nothing but filthy blood traitors, no better than Muggles and Mudbloods."

Father nodded. "And never forget that, Draco."

He wouldn't.