He wasn’t thinking, that was the problem.  And now he was paying for it.  This was his penance.  Somehow he evaded Azkaban, and all he did was go and decide to kiss the Golden Girl, best friend of Harry-Savior-complex-Potter, and the muggle President’s daughter.  Lucius would be so proud.  Which, of course, by proud, he meant Lucius would’ve added to the number of cruciatus curses Draco’s young body had been subjected to.  But Lucius wasn’t around anymore, thank Merlin.