"Yes, I was disgusted." She paused and grasped for words, hugging herself now and shivering from the cold in just her light jersey. Draco didn’t even feel cold anymore; skin too numbed. "But I don’t care. That... God, that chapter of your life does disgust me, I can’t deny it. But...the chapter you’re writing now – I like it. I love who you are in it. And there are so many more chapters to be written, and I know they’re going to be amazing." She looked at him defiantly in the faint glow of the street lamp thrown past the house. "And I want to be in those chapters. I do."