"It was Tom, you know," she told Draco, as they were tucked away in the library, in the window seat they always shared. Draco made her laugh, as he lay with his head in her lap, and "purred’ when she combed her fingers through his hair. (It was an easy way to wake him up after all; one, sharp tug on his platinum ends would make him jerk awake; a grievous offense during their study sessions). "He was the one who hurt Theo."