“They shouldn’t even let their kind into that ridiculous school,” Draco’s father, Lucious sighed as he rolled his eyes. You instantly felt a twist in your stomach at the mention of your blood. “Mudbloods are a disgrace to the wizarding population.”
You saw Draco’s expression instantly harden, anger finding it’s way into his attractive features. You bit your lip before placing your hand on his knee beneath the table, hoping to draw his attention back to you rather than his parents who were currently continuing their rant against muggle borns.
“I am just proud to be a part of such a proud bloodline,” Lucious continued in his annoying, bragging type of tone. Your hand moved to Draco’s shoulder as his fingers clenched tightly. His other hand moved to rest on yours as he stood from the table.
“May I be excused father? I’m not feeling well,” He made the excuse quickly, hoping his father wouldn’t question it. To his luck, he didn’t.
“Yes, yes, take _________ with you,” Lucious sighed, waving his hand. Draco simply grasped your hand and pulled you away.