The water grew cold around her at Draco’s next confession. "When you showed up to the manor during the war, with them... I thought I'd play the hero. But the way you fucking screamed–" Draco swallowed hard, paling in the morning light. "I was sick all night over that. Told Aunt Bellatrix I ate bad seafood. She killed the house elf for it, actually." He took several deep breaths, frowning. 