Miles felt a rather selfish glee that he wasn't alone in feeling the guilt over all of this. He didn't have to explain to Daphne how he was feeling - he saw on her face she was feeling it as well.
His hands rubbed up and down her arms as they leaned on each other, not sure of what they needed to do. But one thing was definitely certain - they couldn't tell a soul.
"I'm sorry you got dragged into this," he said with a remorseful sigh. Now was not the time to tell her that Romilda had overheard conversations, and he couldn't trust the ghost to keep her mouth shut. He was content to just hold her there, and feel her soft warmth against him as he ran a hand through her hair.
"If it gets out, it won't be from you or I." Merlin knew who the Lestranges were talking to, but Millicent's baby. As much as he thought Millicent a fool for getting involved with the Mudblood, he knew she had been rather ecstatic over this child.
"We have to go on as if we are just sorry for her loss, and pretend we know nothing more," he said, having come to that conclusion in the early hours of the morning. "I... can't think of anything else."
"But if I could go back..." If he could go back he wouldn't do a lot of things. What use was that thinking now.