Draco’s gaze had fallen upon their hands intertwined, unable to not feel something at the sight, though he didn’t see the need to identify that feeling. Instead, he just listened as Harry spoke, a soft frown on his brow at what he was hearing.<br/>He had never known that his mum has been the one to pronounce Harry dead, and he had a hard time seeing why she would do such a thing in the first place.<br/>“She didn’t,” he said, having never really talked with his mum about the war, knowing that it was something that was sure to upset them both if he tried. They had both made grave mistakes during that time, and while she was likely the only one who would fully understand the kind of pressure that Draco had been under, he knew that he would never burden her with that.<br/>“Why would she do that?” He asked, feeling like Harry had the answer.