I frowned deeply as he pushed past me through the doorway and into the hallway. I immediately felt a pang of guilt flash through me and the desire to apologize. Of course, he wouldn't want to talk about it. He hates being a Death Eater, why would I ask him if he was one?
I quickly followed him, and then as I caught up said, "Draco, I'm sorry, I didn't think about it before asking. Just ignore what I said, please. I didn't mean to mock or anything, I just wanted to know if there was any motivation behind it." I looked around us to see if there were any students and seeing there were none continued.
"I wanted to be one last year because my father was one before Voldemort killed him. He was never heard of because he never made himself known, and when he tried Voldemort took his life. I wanted to join because of the thought I could do better than him, and maybe I would have a purpose." I paused for a moment and wondered why I had just told him that, but I pushed the thought aside and continued, "I just wanted to have a conversation about your motivation to join if you wanted to." I looked at the ground, holding the heart from hand to hand slightly nervously, "You can still tell me to Piss off if you want, but just know all I wanted was a conversation."