Draco was furious with himself, he should have gone with her, and insisted on being present for their meeting. He was quickly realising that the Dark Lord did not care how loyal anyone was or how respectful they tried to be. He felt stupid for not realising sooner. He had let himself be sucked into the Dark Lord’s ideology without thinking about the consequences. Even when his father had been left in Azkaban and he had been turned into a half-breed, he’d simply had nothing to lose. It had given him the ability to believe in the cause without a second thought.