Draco took Harry's hand and led him into the room to the sofa. He pulled Harry down next to him, giving him another kiss before leaning back. "I just do. I was thinking that once Voldemort puts together the who is who in the wizarding world, he might try to gather his followers, which will include me and Professor Snape. If he does that, then I can bring back information to you." Draco was not switching sides at all. He wanted to make that clear. There was no one he hated more than Voldemort. This was his time help, perhaps seeking his own forgiveness for his inability to do so before.
"I believe if he is able to find out about the war, then he will try to do something different. If we are lucky, we stop it before it starts." His finger traced the scar. "It hasn't hurt, has it? We are different now. We know how he works and he has no followers. I think that is the advantage." Draco was smarter now, older and more determined to fight. He wasn't the same, scared kid he had been.