She shook her head in an attempt to dislodge her ever-increasingly depressing thoughts. Evidently she'd been alone for far too long in the dark. It was embarrassing the depths she'd sunk to. The desire to be seen by Draco as something other than the beaten, terrified, pathetic creature she felt herself to be only moments before he opened the door become her sole desire. He would use any amount of weakness against her. Not only that, but he was apt to share every word they spoke, every expression she made with his uncle when they were through. She refused to let either wizard believe they'd somehow broken her.