Draco Malfoy; the man that everyone suspects
"You really think I'd waste my time on that buffoon?" Draco snickered to Narcissa, who had come over especially for this supposed occasion. "Sorry, Mum. I know you wanted it to have been me, but…"
"Who was it, then?" Narcissa asked. She didn't believe him.
"How should I know?" Draco questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Father, if anyone, should know."
"But he's in prison, darling; you know that," Narcissa sighed. "You're not very sensitive, Draco."
"I know he's in prison," Draco responded simply. Narcissa smiled a tight-lipped smile, and Draco averted his eyes.
"…But they think it was you," Narcissa said a few minutes later.
"Of course they think it was me," Draco agreed. "But it wasn't me. Really."
"Fine," Narcissa said, heading for the door. "But if you want to tell me anythi-"
"I won't want to," Draco interrupted. Narcissa left.
Narcissa's doubts were understandable, Draco knew. He just wasn't the kind of boy you could trust – especially not with your life.