@rcdolphus cont. from here.
”If I were you, young Malfoy, I’d go and tear the Slytherin patch off my school robes right now. Defeatism is not our trait. Look at your forearm, boy. Does it ache? Good. It must remind you how close our victory is. Remember that you are the bearer of hope of the pureblood world and anger me with such speeches no more!”
Draco had been trying not to think about it. He felt the pressure of the survival of his bloodline almost everyday since he had been old enough to read the Daily Prophet on his own. The tabloids had often called him the very last of the Malfoys. He had been content for that to be true. His arm burned at the mention of it, which made him physically twitch.
“Let the pureblood world die for all I care.” He shocked himself. Did he actually just say that outloud? He looked around, and felt grateful for no one else had been witnessing their conversation.