After the Birthday
"Draco? What is it?"
(The Weasel had gone and had nearly gotten himself killed. Saint Potter had saved him – and had been probably lavishly heaped praise upon in return; and the Weasel had gone and had nearly gotten himself killed.)
"Draco? Draco, talk to me!"
(Those two mutinying; didn't they understand why he couldn't tell them anything?! It was for their own good... to keep them safe... He had done everything he could to keep everyone safe... And the Weasel had gone and had nearly gotten himself killed.)
"Draco? Tell me what happened!"
(That Bell girl, she would be out of St. Mungo's soon, Mother checked it; and what was he supposed to do, anyway? The Dark Lord would kill Father; would kill Mother; would kill him... and the Weasel had gone and had nearly gotten himself killed.)
"Draco! It's me! Myrtle! Please, talk to me..."
(The Weasel would be dead soon anyway, if he continued to follow Potter; the Dark Lord would simply kill him while he killed Potter... And I have almost killed the Weasel.)
"Draco?"