Draco hung his head again, staying silent for several moments before speaking. "Because i’m a fucking coward" he admitted, his voice hardly above a whisper. "Is that what you wanted to hear? That I went along with it because I was scared of what he would do to me if I said no?" he added, his voice thick. "I’m so fucking sick of getting stuck. I’m like a magnet for this shit. I have spent the last eight years of my life trying to get away from it all, and you think I  wanted  this?" Draco looked up at her, right into her eyes. "After everything, Hermione, you think I wanted this?" It was a different question now, one that implored her to see reason, begged to understand if she truly thought so little of him to think that he’d joined the King on his own volition. 