Why Potter getting the Cruciatus curse was so upsetting to Draco, he did not know. He had seen it happen loads of times, sometimes even to people that he actually liked, and he hadn't batted an eyelid. Now, however, his entire stomach was turning, and he was feeling sick. He was trying not to show it to the other Death Eaters; which was easy, seeing as they were busy laughing, and taunting Potter, even if Draco doubted that he could hear them. They were basically children in a candy store about all of this, and Draco hated that he was associated with them. It was almost unbelievable to him that he had to live like this.<br/>Every time Potter bade a small jump, Draco had to stop himself from jumping as well, and he didn't even know why. He wanted to look stoic, like his mother, or even slightly pleased, like his father, but honestly, he had never felt more like a child than he did right in that moment. He couldn't believe that his life had ended up like that, but he would have to deal with it. War is war, and if you want to survive it, you have to be ruthless. No matter the cost.