The attack had been because of that, but Pansy wasn't keen on telling Draco that. She'd had to tell Fletcher, for the reports, but she'd have avoided telling him, too, if she had the choice. The attack could have happened for any reason, it just so happened that this time it had been because of her connection to Death Eaters. Maybe it was wrong of her to keep that from him, but she didn't want anyone else to shoulder the guilt when it wasn't necessary. She chose her company and she wouldn't change those choices for anything.
One thing was for certain, though. She also was not keen on repeating tonight. She didn't want to have to kill again and she wouldn't unless it was a choice between that and her own survival again. Maybe if it was a choice between that and the survival and a select few that she loved. Given the opportunity, this would be the last time she'd be faced with that choice, with any luck.
She was definitely feel much better now that she was here with him in his arms, lips pressed against his. One arm wrapped around him, hand settling at the back of his neck as her fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck. This was definitely how she wanted to spend the rest of the evening. This was definitely better than dwelling on a night she'd prefer to forget.