Even if the intention with the comment seemed harmless enough, Draco could still feel his heart drop in his chest at the mention of the constellation. He had had so many conflicting, and utterly sinful, thoughts in his time that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the connection he had with his namesake,.<br/>After all, it seemed a little too appropriate that he was named after a snake, the first snake even, when his head was constantly filled with thoughts that he knew to be wrong. It made him sick to his stomach to know that his name gave away so much.<br/>He glanced briefly over at father Jean, realising that the priest too had gone quiet, knowing the exact implication of Draco’s name in relation to the constellations, but unsure if he should voice that to their foreign friend.<br/>In the end, Draco decided that he couldn’t keep not answering their guest, even if the thought of Harry knowing him like that made him sick to his stomach.<br/>“Yes,” he eventually answered, gaze turned down, almost as if in shame. “Draco, like the constellation.”