Draco’s hand goes up as it always does. First, he wants Voldemort to be defeated. Second, he has to keep proving that over and over. Finally, he knows he’s more expendable than anyone else here. He has no family now, no one who loves him and would grieve if he died. He hasn’t been in contact with his handful of friends for months, and at most, they’d feel a passing sadness. Everyone else at Grimmauld Place is either a relative or a close friend of all the others. It’s easy to see that the Weasley girl – is it Genevieve? – has a thing for Potter, and Ron Weasley still follows Granger around like a puppy. Bill Weasley’s married, as are Tonks and Lupin, and Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas look like they might have moved past the "best friends" stage. He’s bitterly jealous of all of them, knowing full well that the likelihood of his ever finding a loving relationship is pretty much nonexistent, but he doesn’t wish them dead, and honestly, if he were to die so that Bill Weasley could come home to Fleur, he couldn’t in truth say it would be unfair.