Draco's words made Lucius' wandhand twitch with anger, and for a moment, he considered it. No one would disagree with his actions if he did kill Draco; at this point in the night, the killing would be well justified. Narcissa might make a fuss of it, but Lucius' anger burned in his throat, threating to spill out as the killing curse. But in the end, though flexing the fingers that gripped around his wand, the "avada kedavra" that would end this, didn't come.<br/>In stead, Lucius moved towards the strained boy infront of him. McNair must have understood, and with a rough hand at the back of Draco's head, he did his best to force the other into a more humble position.<br/>"No," Lucius eventually spoke, his voice suddently calmer. Standing in front of Draco, he harshly gripped a handfull of Draco's hair, forcing his head slightly sideways to bare his left temple. "Dying would be so easy for you, wouldn't it?"<br/>Lucius now pressed his wand against the bared temple, and he saw how the tip made Draco's pale skin flash red under the pressure. "We're not done with you, you are the property of the Dark Lord. Instead, your memories will be deleted - and they will be untill the point you have served your purpose, you disgrace."