"It’s because I’m  DESPERATE!" Draco was suddenly shouting, panting, his chest heaving, "I’m desperate, Harry," he repeated, his voice breaking as his furious expression crumpled into something anguished, "We... we need to be certain that he has the ring, before I can accept it because the consequences are... they’re  huge Harry!" he stumbled back slightly, shaking his head, his jaw clenched, "We need to be certain... if...," he cleared his throat, trying to centre himself and cautiously approaching Harry again, "What if Snape was wrong?" he said carefully, "What if the Dark Lord is wearing some other ring? Hmm?" Harry reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled back into the circle of Draco’s arms, "We need to know if he has it on him, right now," Draco pressed their foreheads together gently, and let out a shuddering breath, "We need to know if he has it, before we risk leaving the castle. He could have the Gaunt shack set up with wards that alert him when someone crosses them. We need to know. Do you understand?"