"I swear, I had no idea he would possibly learn something so dark... such a disgrace to the Malfoy name!" Draco woke up to hear his father's voice and let out a whimper without knowing it. His father looked at him sharply, not faking that at all, although Draco knew his father had been spinning a fine web of lies to get himself out and leave his son to be hated. He wished he had died or something. "Draco! How could you! After all we taught you, to stay at the white and..." Lucius was cut off by Professor Snape who was fuming. "Lucius, do not try to pin everything on Draco... After all, who would he have learned it from but you!" Snape said venomously, protecting his favorite student's reputation. Draco felt weaker and wondered if he should try to go back to sleep, he was both scared and guilty. He wished with all his might that his mother was here right now, then on second thought, he didn't. He looked at the ceiling, white with lines that separated it into squares, and Draco focused until his mind went black.