he nodded a little. “yeah, as soon as this story hits the press, most of the support is going to go out the window, no one would make up horrors like that, and I'm explaining the battle at the ministry, and the Prophecy as well, the one about me and Tom I mean.” he admitted smirking a little. “i was thinking of meeting this fake harry in person, preferably in a large crowded area and challenging him.” he admitted smirking. “he's either wearing a glamor, or he's using a mix of a polyjuice potion and an aging potion, either way they will fail after I strip him of it or the potion wears off.” he snickered a little and shook his head.
Draco smiled as he watched the other cooking, his eyes straying to Tom's ass, enjoying the view before he realized, with horror, what he was doing, swallowing thickly as an intense guilt washed over him for being aroused when Millie was dead, sighing a little. “my uncle is a delusional man who thinks she loves him.” he stated simply. “you'd be doing him a favor getting rid of her.” he suddenly sounded a little bitter, and it was clear he'd had another mood swing, normal for Draco after millie's death. They had all gotten used to it by now.