"You've been to my house?" he asked. "You?" Draco found that hard to believe unless his father had dragged her there to torture her. Even harder to believe was the fact that she insisted he had helped her and the Wonder Twins.
"Why the fuck would I help any of you?" he demanded bitterly. "None of what you're saying makes any sense."
He glanced at his arm, glaring at the tattooed image there, and shoved the sleeve of his over shirt back down to cover it. Why didn't yours fade? That's what she'd asked him. As if the mark that ran deeper than skin could ever just disappear, as if anything of the things he'd done in the name of that bloody mark could be set right. She talked of a world that was now at peace, a world no longer caught in the annoying battle between Riddle and Potter. A world where he wasn't a Death Eater anymore.
And despite what he'd said before, this world of hers sounded even better than the one they found themselves in right now.