"She doesn’t have to know." The Weasel shot a murderous look at Draco. "He let them bloody torture her, Harry, without even trying to stop them. And who knows who else he’s hurt, or murdered even. I just want to..." Weasley’s voice was tight and Draco flinched and took a step back into the shadows. He’d never murdered anyone, but he’d hurt far too many people, and his newly acquired guilt ate into him.