"Well no, it shouldn't be overlooked," Percy agreed. He slid an arm behind his head, under the pillow, to prop it up a little bit more. "But things can be moved past." Depending on what those things were. He wasn't sure he wanted to know precisely. There were some wrongs, some misdeeds that one could move past, could forgive. There were others that would be more difficult. But impossible?
He looked over a Draco again. "Yes, but you were barely more than a child." He was the same age as Ron, and he'd been little more than a child when he'd been running about with Harry and Hermione, saving the world. "Were you even doing what you wanted, or what your parents wanted?"