Draco twisted his arm so his sleeve rode up and the bottom edge of the dark brand showed. The snake's tail twisted just above his wrist with a malevolent sheen. "Because of this. Because they were on the side of good, for whatever that matters. Because according to them, I wasn't. They don't care why I did any of it. All they see is this. All they see is evil and Dark." He shook his sleeve down again and linked his arms around her. He closed his eyes and bent to rest his cheek on the top of her head. Just for tonight, they were letting themselves have this comfort, this shared and private intimacy. Only tonight, would he let himself admit what he did. His voice shook, each word small and curled up as he breathed into her hair. "I'm scared, Petals."