"Oh, it does," she said tightly. "But – and this is going to sound horrid – but, Draco, after the war is over there are going to be people who come up to me and ask how I can be with you, after what you've done. They're going to be the parents of children you – you gave to Greyback. Or..." she trailed off, looking ill and avoiding Draco's eyes, leaving the rest unspoken. "So I need to be able to...learn to handle the truth of what you've said or done in the past, without it wrenching me apart at the seams. And I may as well start with this." She was brittle and hard-edged; a shell over herself and Draco felt a grinding hurt bore into him, because she shouldn't have to do that.