to nurture the wounds / my mother once held (смешанная)

“–Your mother, Malfoy?” spat Harry, with such meticulous vitriol as he stared the blond in the eye. “That expression she’s got, like she’s got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that, or was it just because you were with her?”
She had only caught the tail-end of their conversation, unaware of whatever discussion they were having prior to the insult. However, the taunt that left Harry’s lips was enough to enrage her — Harry, who she tentatively befriended, despite all the reasons she had not to. Harry, who – up until that point – she was going to assist during the Triwizard Tournament. Before she realised it herself, Draco saw red.