She paused, and then realized her defenses of them were gone. He was right. Draco had called them such many times over the years, and she had always rushed forth to protest but that urge was gone now. They were right, and she was finished with trying to persuade herself that they had not had a hand—albeit unwitting—in her captivity. Draco had told her that, too, and she had rejected it, thinking he was trying to manipulate her again. Perhaps that was right, but the truth could no longer be denied. How could they have thought it would be a good idea?