"And what about your secret, hmm?" Draco replied, his voice just as gentle, his hand creeping slowly into his pocket, "I know all about the Horcruxes, my Lord," Voldemort’s lips twitched, "Will you let me live, even with that knowledge?" Voldemort said nothing, his eyes fixed on Draco’s, his generous expression now something hard and furious, "Will you?" Draco asked again, his hand fisting around something in his pocket, and Harry crept closer. When Voldemort said nothing again, Draco chuckled darkly, "Do you bargain in bad faith? Or can the Dark Lord Voldemort not bring himself to lie to a fifteen-year-old boy? Has your heart grown