"I – I always knew that you must have done some..." She gulped and her brow furrowed as she searched for words. "...Terrible things," she said at last, and Draco winced and nodded. "But it –" Hermione broke off as someone knocked on the door, and Draco jumped at the sound, gritted his teeth and spat out a curse. Hermione looked around frantically for her clothes, and then a voice came through the door, and Draco swore again. Fucking Potter. Of course. Of course it was. Who else would it be?